The Wind of Eyes

To love you—is to feel you; and such love: infatuation; and
Such stream: a revelation; but never this love; and ever this
Love; and never this stream; and ever this stream. I’ve
Stated nothing; but such is love. This feeling: a preacher’s

Ghost; and this ache: ever silent. I’m a flame—to dance: an
Ice to skate; and ever this stream; and ever this love. I must
Convey—the much of love; and wave and flare—the much
Of dreams; and perfect pitch—a yogic sword; and perfect

Heart—a biblic Ghost. To love you—is to feel you; and such
Love: infatuation; and such stream: a revelation; but ever this
Wave; and never this volt; and ever this volt; and never this
Wave; and such to live—a silent cry; and such to feel—a
Feyic sigh; and such to dance; and such to rise: a daily call:
The wind of eyes.