Almost
Almost meCarried away
To oceans
Where there is at bay
A reason
Almost where
We're out of time
This darkening
Of life behind
us wavers.
Going deep within
Your Midas touch
It rocks inside of me.
I feel your breath
Beside your face
It's time to slow down from the race
of what's become unmanaged.
Come and manage my affairs with me
And sparkle eyes of depth you see a person
small and present
In this likeness
I so feel a resonance of
kindred spirit.
3-6-10
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