The Legend...
tells as dusk falls
brown eyes smile
in the ceremony
of flight in
loving months
the friendship
shant wane.
I would be so hurt
to lose you...
there is not a best
nor a worse of you
there is only you
on the astral slide
we are to play.
I'll fling you a comet tail
draw you to me
wear you like a rainbow...
flash my colors for you
it will not wane.
We meet in the dark place
wired for sound ...
...dots flash
sparkle in silence
you are my noise forever
lighting candles
under the stars...
bentfeather
a/k/a MLH
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