69: Kind eyes are in deeds,
sang an inward voice (of souls).

Thus measured thoughts uttered in tongues more confounded
watching you bathe parts of you the world views
in the same image-cluster now crowned in tawny daybreak.

See-thru flowers and hues your body accents seraphic white, others sang (seeing farther). Wanting nothing, although

bare truth, we are of two hearts. They can mend.

Two more loiter over the beauty of your mind.

Looking on, both smile, neither laugh. They’re extending their blood-pull orbit toward Pan?

For you, that’s outward praise.