Eyes that swirl with the mists of time.
Constant blue cores of molten change
Gravitated to purest reality within,
Anchoring the soul on the tides of wind.
Which speaks of that which has no words
Beyond matter, beyond thought
Beyond acts, beyond conscious.
The ancient din, un-undirstood.
Always sought, less oft found
The rough diamond within.
Two that are one making
Here found and bound.
Everlasting eternity
The prize she has given me
Compounded in grounded sea
Reflected dual pools so watery.
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