I only wipe away tears of sadness
with further tears of joy
I have floodgates for eyes
I am a serpent of seepage
sinuously through these eyes
I want to bed-down on a gaze
sip life-filling stillness
give conclusions to clouds to carry on
feel for the sweep of existence
as if brushstrokes on the canvass of life
sigh meadows with forthcoming laughter
bed-down with the moment
have slumber as love
know me as unending
as if memories were sunsets
and I, constantly the view into you
from the camouflage of the night sky . . .
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