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Mar 2012
Dreamers
Crying at the window
Why cant we go out
And meet them all?

I swore I saw white horses
Standing in the rain
The day my son was born
He rode with them.

Her acting sorrows
They put her on display
She stood and watched
Her husband in the grave.

They smiled when I knew
That I would dance their moment
Of a dance then a lifetime
With the ghost heart we pound.

Silver your glory
The hair on your arms stands up
The highest ladder
A climb and mother me ending.

Palace, dear palace
Once caught fire in their room
Lovely daughters closing doors
Keyhole eyes can’t stand the heat.

They know what truth their god kept from them
And they lived with it
They died as one man who called the devil
It’s a long way to the ground if you make it.

The animals lived and died put hell in their mind
They were perfect for it too
Before they knew evil
They were just.

Rotten old place in the ground
Don’t they now I’ll dig just deeper
Where no one will find me
When they walk the rising world.
Patrick Raven
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