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Jun 2014
It
it's out there somewhere, hovering
at the edge of my mind as i turn
it's out there somewhere, that haunting
form, a musical note, a flute

it's out there somewhere, in the glide
of a kestrels wing above the moors
it's out there, somewhere it's waiting
just beyond my reach, in light

it's out there somewhere calling me
persistent, it pulls me, always
out to the hills, the woods, out there
somewhere on the blue horizon

it's out there somewhere, I call out
asking it to come for me now
it's out there somewhere, answering
follow me, move, get up, come, walk

it's out there, somewhere inside me
in every dream and whispered sign,
footfalls to follow, blown open doors
i live with it, out there somewhere

i knew it all so clearly once
high on a rock strewn windswept Tor
i saw it spread out across the land
a flying shadow, a glow, a gleam

i heard it in the forest close
tracking my every cautious step
smiling behind my back, laughing
it's out there somewhere, i saw

it's out there somewhere, I know
i smelled that scent of old, ancient,
it's out there somewhere, primordial
lobe, in the depths of memory

it's out there somewhere, alive
imagination, haunt, green ma,, spirit, nature, forest, Tor, moor, ancient
A Gouedard
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A Gouedard  uk
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