Paul Reed Biography

When the evening breeze
Ruffled the leaves in the half-light
I felt the greatness in the air,
Just standing there;
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The time back then cannot be found,
Did I ever really live in those days?
The images in my mind are bound
By a somnolent, ghostly haze;
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Here we are all again

Back in the old place
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Time has grown over these plots
Of broken down plinths
And ragged headstones
With their faded engraving
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The day is nearly done
Unblemished by the works of human hand
With gentle push, the sun slips ever lower
Beneath horizons, below hilltops, behind houses,
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