through prismatic eyes i see timeless skies a power within too soft for the skin and now just this trace these clouds form your face. the golds and the reds, the pinks and the blues all that they do is wash me from you. if i could have one, one final wish i'd reach through the space of time left between us ``` i'd cry out your name.. you'd meet me halfway. ``` but now as it is i spin in the wind whirling and whirling ``` left thinking of you. ``` All lyrics © 2026 Michael W. Clark
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