as clear as the day
are you in mind,
as abundant in form
your heart as strong as skin,
as strong as in the hand
as mind in mind
and eye to eye
everywhere i am
could it be obsession, that envelopes such thoughts so
or just plain possession, preen, vie and obsession
confession yet silent ,
agony waits,
as in the darkness
soundest burdens blight:
still, we hide within night
I watch within that silence, as the night turns into day
blooming buds of green,
over fence yon whicher way
unable to speak with freedom
i will for night to turn
so i can confess possession
in loves one true succession
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