A ray of golden light
is more precious than the sun itself
when it beams
from your blue eyes.
For even when drowsiness
smudges seas starless
and fogs the moon from windows
sleep slumbers powerlessly
against the bliss
of your glances.
In my eyes your eyes
flicker like compasses
beneficent torches
lighting the terraced steps
to my dreams
wherein another starry night opens
with truer links between us
and more infinite sky. (less elastic)
is more precious than the sun itself
when it beams
from your blue eyes.
For even when drowsiness
smudges seas starless
and fogs the moon from windows
sleep slumbers powerlessly
against the bliss
of your glances.
In my eyes your eyes
flicker like compasses
beneficent torches
lighting the terraced steps
to my dreams
wherein another starry night opens
with truer links between us
and more infinite sky. (less elastic)
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