Your eyes are like the golden echo of an ancient chamber
like God's gift granted
like love poured from an alabaster vase
like sacred sand, stained with blood
like first blood
like the taste of disappointment
like so many forgotten childhood dreams and memories
like a silver bell in a dark room
like something you can't explain but you know is there
like the solstice
like a need
like a friend you've never met before
like castles in the clouds
like a phantom limb
like what home must feel like.
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