Exalted view of eighty two
with eyes like skies it seems
a world on fire with heart's desire
alive in painted dreams
Waves to flow and time ticks slow
I breathe it's beauty deep
another day to softly fade
to rest in heaven's keep
Endless possibilities
on canvases of time
nights beneath the fiery heat
of streetlights down the line
Penitence and promises
with childlike wonder spent
echo still as words reveal
the kiss of their intents
Warmth we find in younger times
in hope we bid adieu
with aging eyes we still see skies
like those in eighty two
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