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Wandering woods thru dale and down
A moments pause to hear the sound
Of gentle wind through dappled leaves
Summers breathe 'neath towering trees
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The shroud of darkness covers her
With starlight on her skin
But though the sky is vast tonight
She feels it closing in
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When darkness steals across the land
I'll take this flashlight in my hand
then flick it off once on my way
inside the tent where I will lay
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What a thing to love what may never be touched
for she is to me as the Southern Cross to the sailor
Known to the eyes and real to the soul
A beacon in darkness and guide for my heart
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I wake to find her next to me
Curled close at peaceful rest
So wrap my arms around her
draw her closer to my chest
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Lucent seem
My lucid dream
For it is where I find you
Here in my mind
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Hack poet. Can't stand naming these damned things...)

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My River

Wandering woods thru dale and down
A moments pause to hear the sound
Of gentle wind through dappled leaves
Summers breathe 'neath towering trees
The sounds of water, river braided
Down from hillside, fury faded
And so for me which is my brother
The wind, the woods, the water, other
Today I say the rolling brook
It's story told like nary a book
Of ages past and future coming
The tale is told through water running
Through days of flood then painful drought
It parallels my own life's route
How most my days I'm giving thanks
My river stays between it's banks.
Carries me gently to the sea
Where friends of old they welcome me
When we have joined it's understood
I'll know my life, my river, was good

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