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First born

as it is ever so

until she arrives

with that sceptical smile

and air of invincibility

and I am carried by waves of emotion

my undoing

is by the light of the moon

a chance vision

more beautiful than perfection

and we turn to the sun

and it warms

a fiery heat

and the passion will not go

as all semblance returns

and the mystification deludes

brings another deluge down

but I will not drown

I will just sail away

together or alone

and she walks

in her dazzling light

and my eyes cannot adjust

that quick enough to speak

and without touching

she is gone

Words written April 2019, Music - David Sylvian 'Scent of magnolia'

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