Is this the Way, are we to meet again
In this small lane of dream dimension?
The Day was wondered, marked with caution:
The Moon in minutes did wax and wane.
No human scheme, the joy is not feign,
When eyes gazed on eyes n' become certain.
It can't be mere chance, or vain vision,
I've known you long and well, your sword and pen.
I'd pray to Heaven clear and all divine,
That I be blessed for aye in cloud nine;
Like twain stars we will for th' other shine,
And I adoring thee my heart confine.
I will with my whole soul embrace the One,
And stay near thee, a simple pal of th' Sun.
Dec.14,2011.
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