Purest Living Thing

A poem

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I see the image appear

like the rising of the sun

I Marvell at the creature

like the twinkling star she glows

the moon kisses me on the street

behind her shadow, I walk

thinking how to put this in divine

my heartbeat by her speaking

what is it behind the siege

her speaking is eloquent

my smile ceased

as our eyes meet

our voices lay quiet, silent, waiting,

into her eye, I look

can I come with you

in a crying voice, I speak

take me to the street

where mankind eye divide

let me embrace you

like a newly forge gold

let me lead you

through the freezing snow

to the crystal springs

where I have found

the purest living thing

you will be the pioneer of the land

where the sun never set and the road never ends.