My eyes desire beauty,
Big words like Eternity.
Rank rivers etch an inner sea
to slide my body down.
Tired, tied to worldly gray.
Terrified, fire-cracked clay.
Weary, wary, castaway.
Willingly I drown.
But, wait, a wandering sailor cries.
Worlds of welcome in her eyes.
A feast of solace, wildly wise
my story spins toward peace.
Water falls expiring thirst.
Lilt of light on ripples flirts.
Plays my eyes in laughing spurts.
Bright beauty of release.

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