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We only spoke once
But I though of you
The rest of the day
And all night through

I dreamed of us
Happily together
In warm sunshine
Or rainy weather

We were happy, content
I couldn't ask for more
My life had been closed
You my open door

And then I woke up
In an empty bed
With thoughts of you
Still in my head

Across the night
Did you dream of me too?
Did I even deserve
To dream about you?
 Sep 2016 Kurt Carman
Mike Hauser
Seems we've wandered from this path
Weaving to the right and to the left
Do you too wonder what's up with that
Knee deep in the mire and muck

Can't see the forest for the trees
Hatred in the falling leaves
Blowing ever now in the breeze
Let's start by putting our faith in love

It keeps us here and holds us tight
Hanging on for dear life
Look around what else can you find
In which to put your trust

The great divide is not too deep
The hill to climb is not too steep
With open hearts we all will see
By putting our faith in love

Have we all but forgotten
In Denmark something's rotten
With years spent at the bottom
Searching for the top

Marching to a different beat
Is a great need on city streets
Change the temp from rising heat
By putting our faith in love
Actions speak louder than words but words cut deeper than actions...just like an arrow which leaves the bow or a bullet that leaves the gun cannot be summoned back...it is the same with words..so just be a little careful as to what you say..words are such that they can uplift a person and as well as shatter a person.
Beyond the walls of sandbars and streams
waves break into silent white foams
often I've crossed them in my dreams
beckoned by the distantly looming haze.

The sky goads me to traverse the stretch
clouds hinder to ask what if rises the tide
the sea is all around in deadly embrace
her monstrous curls in hunger bared wide.

Climb the sandbars and reach her remoteness
calls the wind of the sizzling September
days as this would be gone in haste
shelled in memories to be ever remembered.

I slip into the lagoon in a drunken trance
the ripples break into a victorious song
the sea she breaks into a joyous dance
the time is here and the tides won't be long.
Henry's Island, September 4, 2016
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