beyond restraint
the sunset paints
with curlicues of flame
and as they weave
my mind perceives
the pattern of your name
there's nomad bands
of shifting sands
for some, lost time, they blame
and as they stir
the thought occurs
they're whispering your name
the lunacy
of dancing sea
mere man can never tame
the mighty swells
like swinging bells
are ringing out your name
the candlelight
is warm and bright
your love for me the same
the blackest night
will fill with light
if i just speak your name
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