Often, what visions appear
before me eyes,
are faint and fleeting.
Yet with overwhelm
these stark images
from reality are griping me,
peering through and trumping.
But when you came to me,
through these ethers,
my eyes rejoiced
in a full screen
of liquids embracing.
Even though I, from then,
may stumble in worldly ways,
realism is awash.
For I am handily lifted up
and moved forward
by this embodied sight
revisited as renewal,
as I often drink thoroughly
from your caring being . . .
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