The Residue of You

 


Each time I look at you, 

I think wow now what must I do to keep you in view,

If I bring you to mind and hold you in the sunshine,

Will the right residue impress the air into space?

Thank you for your presentation, being so clear and pretty,

On the vine thy fruit from the idea tasting witty. 

Because you are you, I look out far into your future.

Wandering the sea and land, planting seeds by hand.

Just so you know you are coming from my mine, 

Where I did all I could do to bring you in,

Now its all up for you, your wind. 

Each time I look at you,

I think, Wow, now what must I do

To keep you in view?

If I bring you to mind and hold you in the sunshine,

Will the right impression reside creating the air and space?

Thank you for your presentation, so clear and pretty,

On the vine, thy fruit—my taste so witty.

Because you are you, I gaze far into your future,

Wandering the sea and land, planting seeding love by hands.

Just so you know, you are born of and for my mind,

Where all my thoughts sought to bring you in kind.

Now it’s all up to you, your wind to spin,

Soaring freely, Ascendingly up as your story begins.















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