Silver and Gold
wet hair surrounds my face
as I stare into this virtual space...
of Kinshala in all her blue
wearing a catsuit (with ears too)
and within peerings
I hold heart hearings,
that whisper longings - You...
(there's nothing else I can do...)
Albeit days bygone, in languid sky
passing by, I often stop mid - blink, and spy
at misty dreams that climb new heights
while sipping time, unwritten - my
unobtrusive wrinkled sky...sublime
that we should even attempt
this try
at visions rich -
But why?
...to reconvene such a super
Scene
...to flabbergast, and Behold !!
To summon from the Crypt of Olde,
a wealth beyond silver,
and of Gold...
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