you watched us through shuttered eyes
sensing every breath and thought
and with wicked fingers
played tunes upon our souls.
what did you see in the purple haze
as we shifted and settled
in ever changing ripples
to the refrain of your mystic call?
you sat there unmovingly still
creating phantom images
in our fevered brains
with a flourish of your irreverent wrist.
was it the quiet smile i saw
steal across your weathered face
that urged new grace into faded hope
and destroyed the myth of destiny?
you reached out from the end of time
wanting nothing more and nothing less
than to show us all
a glimpse of paradise!
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