I’ll-be-there---like…yon
“Whisper-wind”
I’ll
be there upon a pink-blush dawn of promised-day
Upon
an awesome-sight to quaking-sunrise golden-ray
In
filigree cool-shade mid-morn respite of an island-cay
Just
yonder-south of high-noon sun where I dare-stay
Licking-sweet
ice-cream treat afternoon in childish-play
Hunger
supper-satiated in purple-mist quiet-eve I-lay
Counting
blue-white diamond-sparkles above abyss-bay
Home
a-fore birds awake to-sing at full-moon! I-pray!
Amen!
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