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Oct 2014
Where it takes me I don't know, but in
the dream of meanwhile
I will go.

Meanwhile,
on the temple steps, she'll gently weep in
the dream of another meanwhile sleep.

I never saw the sky so blue until
I saw it ,through
the eyes that saw through me and
now I go to see, where it is
that the meanwhile will take me.

She knew all along
she sang it to me once and in the song,she told
me of the wrongs and rights and of the crystal
amethysts that sparked diamonds in the other eyes
of nights.
Such sights in meanwhile dreams are not meant
for men of mortal means.
The dream goes on and on and in the going it is gone,
replaced and in another song goes on again.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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