There’s always you
who I can only touch
with my hand

My sunrise is you as
sunset can always be
Sun I don’t see

My eyes can see through
you, the sparkle can only
reflect in mine

The gloom is your tears
flowing down my cheek I
cry your heavenly breeze.

I touch you, I become a seer
vision cast a heavenly glow
wipe my tears

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Tears, tears, as floods do
cascade down the slope of
musical lyre

Like maudlin serenade in
a sun down at twilight, at
rest, yet pulsating

Then when the trees start
to recede, a landscape still
doesn’t disappear

Meadows, the grass is still
as green, the sky as blue as
your eyes

There are castles in my midst,
raptures proclaim a song in
the distance like

Angels make me glimpse a
rhapsody with thine eyes,
your lips, my sight.

More like a song as you: Andrea Bocelli’s