For my 77th Christmas
The only thing in the whole sky
Is the cloud of a dove I swear
The size of a mountain
Coasting by emblem of love
Searching with its questing eye
(We can only see it from one side)
For some pure heart to nest in
One time long ago it must
Have found one and so returns
Year after year anxiously seeking
Those who trail after him
Ranks of spirits on thrones
Scouring the earth with green
And above where love is
The bluest emptiest garment of sky
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