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I am the love child of warm, tender spirits

I am the earth-toned zephyr wind

I am the soul of compassionate merits

I am the helping hand that's always willing to lend.

     To the world, I am Brownsoul

   for I have listened to many cultures' greatest

               stories ever told,

       I have watched the planet's civilizations

             progressively unfold,

       I have swam tropical oceans to depths of

                unfathomed cold,

       I have loved an immortal with a heart

                    of gold.



You are the swiftness of urban interstate speed

You are the aroma of Cleopatra's burning frankincense

You are the running messenger, crying from afar to me

                    an earnest plead,

You are the one I never stopped loving five months since.

     To the world, You are my Lover of Copperstone

   for You have worn buffalo skin of skillful Native

                     American sewn,

       You have reluctantly sailed the vast seven seas

                          alone,

       You have heard the agonizing sound of war-toned

                        men moan,

       You have a golden heart that once served my dark

             psyche as a bright light shone.



I am Brownsoul

  the living essence of a young man's internal tales that have

                        yet to be told.

        I have arisen from this bodily mold to seek you,

             the one to whom I first made my love

                         readily sold.



I'm flying through night-fallen suburban streets

I'm soaring across the outerbelt freeway that seems to

                   nocturnally sleep

I'm gliding towards your home amidst a grove of hickory

I'm hovering over your bed, awing at the beauty of you

                sleeping in tranquility.



I am Brownsoul

the melodious harmony that awakens you to a spirit being bold.

                      Open your eyes

                    to momentarily die

                 and come back to life as

                a spirit that flies through

                    unparalled universes

                     beyond the limits

                   of our terrestial sky.

You are Copperstone Lover

  the breathing vitality of one's passion seeking further.

     Arise from your mortal conform

        to fly away with me to adventures

           outsmarting the norm.



We are flying away from the grove of hickory

We are soaring above the night's glitter of the Queen City

We are gliding through the atmosphere pass levels of placidity

We are hovering over the earth watching the sunlight and the

                darkness of the planet vary.



But.......I'm not satisfied with this level of suspended love

                       in animation.

          My immortal spirit and Your eternal soul

              have long-since indulged in the

                   many wonders the earth

                has, is, and will ever offer.

So........lets fly farther and farther away until we reach a

            place where infinity resolutes and light years

               play catch-up with our speed only to lag

                 behind and brush our trail with

                           stardust.

Flying, Flying, Flying, Flying, Flying

   and we stop at the edge of the Milky Way Galaxy.

Milky, fluid tributaries of the galaxy's spiraling

           tail-end flood out beneath our feet.

            Divine Love Spirit of Copperstone

        let me pick you up and submerge your body

                in the creamy streams so

           I can bathe you in galactic aqualove.



Your body in the sparkling stream glistens the meaning of

                         BEAUTIFUL.

  So BEAUTIFUL is your glistening body, that I jump into

    the milky estuary to make physical love to it and

     express a unique psychological love to your mind.



Kissing Your lips

  to taste your soul

       Caressing Your thighs

          to find emotional care

                  and

              Staring deep into Your eyes

                 to plunge into their depthen

                   blackness and instantly

                       wake up in a bed

                    with you, my first love,

                           in my arms.