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barefoot girl

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One with the turning of

Raw seasons

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Walks and talks with the

Creatures of the field

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She knows the language

Of creation

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she feels !

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barefoot girl

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she knows the language of creation

She knows you
                              ( and your dream )

She will fill your heart with pure meaning

if you your truest innocence yield

Early in its life, this grand old tree
decided to grow in opposite directions at once.

Not exactly conducive to longevity
my beautiful, leafy friend.

I know.

You have seen many of us,
also our marriages, our families
trying to do the same, impossible thing.

Inevitably, the weight of years, the pull of gravity
splits us down the middle, leaving us with a fatal wound,
like this one of yours, old friend.

Recent, rogue storms,
torquing you with gale force winds,
have opened fresh, damaging splits.

Even your own generous embrace of the sky
has left you open to disease where you are weakest,
as are we, dear friend, who have stood in your shade
imagining you destined for a venerable old age.

It is not to be, not this time.

Already, limbs are being cut down to lessen the risk
to the neighbor's roof, and to the skulls of passing pedestrians.

Enough of you will be left,
as the chilly nights come on,
for you to blaze out
in generous, leafy glory,
one last time.

smoking his "peace pipe",
Pontificating about
this and that,
he doesn't know a *******
thing,
but he has an opinion about
everything,
always certain
seldom right,
you'd be glad
you're not
his kid or his wife.

The old guy with the peace
pipe,
don't ask him anything,
he'll tell you about
everything.

You're ****** if you do,
you're ****** if you don't,
better go elsewhere
while the getting is good.

There are details you
don't want to even know,
you don't gotta love 'em,
they don't love you.

But when you're looking
in his eyes while he's
smoking his pipe,
you just know
in your heart
it's going to
be alright.

I miss knowing you with touches,
Drinking your breaths,
I miss hearing your lush silences,
Under thrills of moon,
My fingers longing for new emotion,
With eyes unseeing,
Still want of giving light from you.

My ears you kissed,
When I heard the rainbow singing,
My skin you fondled,
Hare in the grasses on end running,
I miss you sweet lad,
Above the sky and below the ocean,
Forever in my dreams.

Light over the village
Is breaking my eyes
The sea is so calm
And so are the skies
The cliffs are raining
White birds, little stars
Such a lovely wee spot
To sit down and take in
There is peace all round
Now is a new beginning
What is past will come
Again to who is faithful
Light over the village