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Jun 2014
We lay here as the night sets sail,
as that darkness falls away.
Underneath the dying night,
waiting for the beckoning light.
The stones that rest beneath our backs,
rounded by the years and tides,
how they make us both relax,
filtering our thoughts and fears.
Being close to nature.
Being close to you,
these they are the moments,
the ones that draw me near to you.
The moments that resist confusion,
slowy.......... filtering the truth!
A thought once it has blossomed,
can easily defy its roots.
But now we're left with nothing,
just the stars above our heads.
The stars that sparkle in your eyes,
the ones that say its time for bed.
Those eyes that watch me dreaming,
as I slowly fade away.
They're the only eyes I want,
as we greet the light of day.
Peter Cullen
Written by
Peter Cullen  Clane Co.Kildare Ireland
(Clane Co.Kildare Ireland)   
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