Three precious words

The curvature of the sky
is the best way to expression
of how her soul does reach
closing all separation,
and when one says in loving
that nothing can withstand
the holes all bubble up
as the falling grains of sand,
filling up the tender glass
of the sullen beating heart
pumping all the rivers flow
like the stars and sky depart.

Hold me all my loving sway
your songs a mood of night and day
and all the reaching in all the ways
can never close my endless pray
that forever you and me, if may
fly above the material and all the weigh.

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