a myth of Air and of Metal

living particles
made of color
hang light
on top of an unknown
mountain

I do not have any space of time to cry (because I maybe miss you)
there you stand right in front of me (at a distance that I can see)

a clearing made for us is made of us
a stage of well fit grass circling us

you stand strong long hair maybe
a suit resembling iron
a suit that is a part of your being

you a warrior from timeless time
you came to me now
to stand across me

your gaze
that I surrender to
validates each particle
I am composed of

at rest is I innocent
pure balance
of peace and of joy
magnetic is our love

all the static is you
airy converting all the temporary is I
your endless silent gaze is now
our unconditional presence
made of a posture of standing is one

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