It gives pleasure
to think on how we've spent
our undulating time's
one-year measurement
you and I have far yet to go
to reach fields of poppy
to breathe crimson scent
where the rivers burn with scarlet hue
and our days are a dance of merriment
but our lands now join 
to a far horizon
where there are no fences
no restriction
and our skies are clear
under a mistress plan 
as old as our external sun
and I burn inside like a star aflame
fanned by your breeze
cooled by your rain
and I know
my internal sun has changed
through your influence, the effect
of the strange love I bear you
and you bear me
as we form the eternal
the arcanum of life
the secret spiralling energy.
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