The sea is vast where your dreams are mine,
And mine became yours in the eyelet lemon-grass sweet;
We are aging so rapidly my dear
Beauty the remainder of your crow-wrinkled smile;
Love born where hate defied us
despite its blooming shade, nightingale blue,
Is Georgia spring where summer never left,
Valentine daisies on ink wells
youth thundering crashing on the sunless drop
On years burnt through youth wasted breath,
We were but two nebulas magnetizing on the plane,
the pole of the earth recenter less north, two steps east
that measured the wind with handless time,
and forgotten spades of time measured,
what took so long to understand
out in the red sea of poppy seeds
and Greek myths, Georgia summer
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