Or bathing naked in a streamA man might see your body gleam,And shut his eyes to keep the dream.
And, were you seeking alibis,Delphinium pools and larkspur skiesWould offer shelter to your eyes.
Where can I search, when just for youGold will conspire with white and blue,And suns turn water into dew?
I think I'll wait until I see,Released from beauty, wearily,A woman coming back to me.
When suns go in, and petals fall,And greyness slinks about us all,Maybe you'll find a different placeTo shut your eyes and hide your face,And in the heart you left behindAn everlasting refuge find.
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