Is my love like an open trellis
looking up to the sky of eternity?
Where does the torch of the Goddess run?
From Olympus to which golden sun?
And if every life was a marathon
would I accomplish it till it was done?
That belief sustains love beyond the run
that I must have begun what I was to become
even if it was madness; it wasn’t insane
I can only figure out the eye in the cry
that a soul feels silently and doesn’t die
And I am no clown from another town
even if these loathsome waters divided us
You can see that I was never on everybody’s bus
For I walked the skies over the sea, with trust
And I won’t squander that love, never must
If you can fill my palm with a little dust
I’ll be sure that my heart will feel this love is just!
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