Do you see what I see?
A western wind that treads so lightly
Timid nightingale crooning brightly
Three decades– fierce and spritely
Do you see what I do?
Burj Khalifa held by craft glue
A gem: Ligurian Mer de Bleu.
Inland taipan charmed to trust you
She’s a phoenix. She’s a spark.
A pulse! White lightening piercing dark
She’s a woman now, but firstly, she’s a child.
Crescent Moon, meet Blazing Sun
She’s your medal not yet won.
She’s domesticated, yes. Her heart grows wild.
She’s the blood within your veins.
The eye of your life’s hurricanes
She’s impulsive as storm clouds, but she holds steady.
Light of day and still of night
She’s what feeds your appetite.
Though she trembles still, you’ll find she’s been made ready.
But can you see without your eyes?
My true beauty– kept safe inside
Do you trust truth more or less than your own pride?
I’m the water. She’s the air.
Close your eyes. We’re everywhere.
She’s the one you feel when you are in disguise.
She’s the beating in your chest.
I’m the one that you’ll love best.
Watch us race our mustangs through your painted skies.
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