Park University - Narva Yearbook (Parkville, MO)

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Future’s Form Slipping through the blinds of night and meeting Future’s Form . . . High Wet Cloaked and Dark He peers through the folds, meets my wet eye and leaving me damp with the dark slides on. Spotted green morning hits my heavy head and sounds of spring cascade around my ears, penetrate, and once within my blood fill the channels of my life to the edges of my mind. And my love stands, dances, and mirrors in his miracle eyes all the reasons why. And then he holds me off an inch past arms length and like merlin. His Brilliance his pointed hat, makes me dance through the day. I sparkle quietly and wait. My only fear Future’s Form High Wet Cloaked and Dark. L. Anderson