Slicing through the velvet jet night
In an electric blue dream
of steel and glass

We had the top pulled back
And her hair was a sunset cloud
changing and twisting

There has to be something more to Life
She shouted over the thunder of the wind
Her eyes flashing
eyes the color of poetry
Dark as the ebon sky
That swallowed her plane

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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