the seething ocean in me now separates my heart to two
the stretching void a gnawing ache, a tarnish on my sky, blue but not right somehow.
there around me all, green acres plush, turn golden on rocking branches,
yet all a tainted view to me, without a smile so sweet and eyes deeper than darkest pool,
swallowing me down in a dizzy magic, beyond beauty, they tease me
to every day my picture paints her there, that no part of my life she cannot grace.
and with every rising moon closer to my arms is she,
and make a half man right again, whole with she.
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