Arc En Ciel

As if it were a morning kiss it moved up spine, carried itself over my shoulders and past my neck toward my ear

So suddenly it was bestowed upon me, that it came as a surprise

But gentle still, as a breeze may pass you by in summer evenings… it arrived


And all of a sudden… I… am… here

Reminded of such majicks

And whispering out verse as I fall asleep

I am humbled

The most secret of my selves shines though in greeting you

Called out to play

We stand as giants and it feels correct to be this, just children playing a kind and wonderful game

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