The Same Compass
I will kiss you a hundred times and a hundred more
back from the dead I'll stand kissing you
ebony gold and sugar of a thousand years gone
when we were nothing but glimpses of us
in sorrowful hopeless faces crossing the path of hell.
We have stood high and clear above the sky
and from our love a zillion eyes will shine
for in our lifetime we redeemed morning and night
and the path will be bright
and from a thousand years from now
they will still be smiling
for we found our family
in the midst of confounded legs
and sweaty arms and shiny limbs.
In the midst of years
that in you and me are nothing
and nothing will be.
Through us and a lifetime to be
they will smile in wonder
and might even agree
that it was worth while
for us to breathe in the same compass
back and forth ship behind
another ship ahead
for no one knows where
love carries its bed.
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