He has the kind of face I could stare into a thousand times and never lose interest
A face like the sun, setting different each day
Holding me, caring to paint on me thin layers of gold
My coat of mirrors
So each day into the dusk
I sail on my eyes into his love, bronzing glow of the sun that it is
Winking out of the conscious world, he'll follow the color as it sighs from the sky
Into the coolest corner and...
Through it I'll pass with peace into the fold of the night
Where sleeping he'll guard me, his dreams, watchful, sparked up into stars
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