Walk With Beauty
The eerie surreal countenance of the moon
Illuminates mysterious dune
The pupils of her eyes are the visage of that moon
In them there is wonder and fury of raging typhoon
In those eyes my soul will swim
With spirit growing like arctic grass in a dream
Braking through glacier on its whim
The procession of reverie with equation of soul fills imagination to the brim
The soul travels outside of its breeches
Until nirvana it reaches
Her eyes as enchanting as spell of a thousand witches
Each pupil like fire on the sea blazes
The iris is cold like ice but pupils’ fires keep the soul warm
It is safe among ice storm
In a dream equation of nirvana will form
The eyes are last fundamental place in which this equation miracle will perform
The imagination that needs no base
Has idea where there are no paradoxes as a base
As the eyes look to space
They are soothing the soul with their gaze of grace
As neural flame invokes procession of thought so awed
The sun above the forest is a visage of God
The distance is there meaning itself appropriate for this mod
And that depth is in the eyes of love that with me and divine takes promenade
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