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Right Here
2007-03-08

Right here is where I want to be,
Right here with you.
I don’t know anything for certain,
Other than the blue that radiates from your eyes.

There is a white bird flying in the blue sky.
A white bird with blue eyes and a grace
That is unmatched by any other.
A presence that fills the mind.

As long as the sky is blue,
For as long as the clouds don’t move,
And the sun shines bright up high,
Then this white bird will fly.

Swooping low, fast and bright,
Reflecting the great white sunlight.
Twisting high, not knowing dizziness,
Not knowing the future, just the now.

And suddenly, this bird meets another,
A white bird that radiates green,
Knowing nature, knowing the grass,
For he can’t fly as well or nearly at all.

But for this other bird he will fly,
For this other he will glide along the air,
For this other he would give it his all.
His world would be all that is her.

And as their lives become one,
As their wings pass across each,
As they embrace the sky around them,
And as he gives his all to her,

She knows that he truly cares,
That he will always be there,
And that their love will
Always be there, in the moon.

James O. Stewart