(Final Edited Poem By Eric Bleys)
Blessed is my dream in a misty night, when the heart is clear,
Under the white sun that calls throughout the wilderness.
I am always here in running water.
And here do I love you so sweetly with the younger moon;
That it is my life in the windy stars around me.
As happy rain does kiss the sun,
I cry with my love in tears of joy.
My thoughts dance on my words in light moving through all the mirrors of different meaning;
And all my words change slightly with the passing of time.
For time is here as my engine of thought.
And together with my love, I think so gladly that I am human;
For being human is wonderful now with all things together;
And this movement in thought is good for me with anything.
For I shape my dreams in love.
And in new forms are movements of thought.
New wisdom has come from my love to me,
As new learning comes from all good things.
Our sound is heavy light between the ocean.
Here is my mountain,
Of stone and painted iron.
My mountain is my love,
Shaped as it is with complexity in time.
We make new thoughts as subtle dreams never ending.
Because in you is a field always new,
That our thoughts may grow,
As little flowers love the sun.
So here are sweet peaches under little stamps of metal;
It is a feeling of joy,
With sweetness and strength,
That we find in us together.
(First Draft By Eric Bleys)
Blessed is my dream in a foggy night when the heart is clear
Among the green suns that call throughout the wilderness
I am evermore in moving water
And here I love sweetly beside the younger moon
For this life is new in the windy stars around me.
As happy rain does kiss the sunlight
I cry with my love in tears of joy
My thoughts dance upon my words as light moves upon all the mirrors of different meaning;
And they all change ever slightly with time that passes through all the seconds.
Time is here as an engine of thought.
And together with my love do I think in such a way that I am human;
So that being human is altogether wonderful.
And that moving in thought is altogether good.
I craft my shapes in dreams of love.
And in my shapes are motion in thought.
As new learning of good things emerges
With sounds as heavy lights and among oceans.
Here is my mountain,
Of crafted stone and painted art.
My mountain is my love
That is shaped as complexity in time
And makes new thoughts with subtle dreams that never end.
For in you is a new field
For thoughts to grow
As little flowers do love the sun
And find sweet peaches with metal
As sweetness and strength are somehow together
As a single feeling of joy
That I now find with you.
(Artificial Intelligence Generated Second Draft Made From First Draft With Text Reworder At http://ai-writer.com)
Blessed is my dream in a misty night, when the heart is clear
Under the green suns calling through the wilderness
I am always in running water
And here I love sweetly next to the younger moon
Because this life is new in the windy stars around me.
How happy rain kisses the sunlight
I cry with my love in tears of joy
My thoughts dance on my words as the light moves on all mirrors of different meaning.
And all change slightly with time passing every second.
Time is here as the engine of thought.
And together with my love, I think so that I am human;
So being human is wonderful overall.
And this movement in thought is good overall.
I make my shapes in dreams of love.
And in my forms are movement in thought.
When new learning comes from good things
With noises like heavy light and between oceans.
Here is my mountain,
Made of artificial stone and painted art.
My mountain is my love
This is shaped as complexity in time
And make new thoughts with subtle dreams that never end.
Because in you is a new field
So that the thoughts grow
Just as little flowers love the sun
And find sweet peaches with metal
There's sweetness and power together somehow
As a single feeling of joy
I can find that with you now.