The light in your eyes
Could feed a forest of dreams.
May I walk through them?
Clouds take what we give,
Giving little, in return.
Just press the red X.
Where will you fly-to,
When you find that you can soar?
The air in your wings.
The warmth in your light—
Your very existence, now—
Banishes the cold.
I am with you, now;
You light did consume me, then.
Where are you now, Now?
You came with our ferns,
And I almost lost you there.
Loved you 'cause I could.
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