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There is a moment When sunlight bathes the trees And your thoughts My dear, dear friend Invade me. You seem to love the morning When our room is cool And paper, pen and attitude Anchor an old fool Bowing fore your witness Reaching out for lines Winding towards your inner life And sketching it in rhymes. So soft your silent whispers But clear and hardly grave Patiently you elevate These aging earthbound ways. Why such generosity Beloved friend of messy me? Perhaps. . . When time is near an end And meeting on a star You will share your name Down here and how I knew you then. Until that day when music plays Around and through our souls We grasp the air and strain To hear the cadence of your strolls As we hope to be so still And clearly hear your voice. So busy we remain Both supplicants and prey Chasing our discordant days Contradictions near your side As sunlight bathes the morning trees With songs of immortality. May we always walk afar Singing with a morning star Reuniting earth with heaven Brothers in this house forever.
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Oct 17, 2010
Oct 17, 2010 at 8:06 AM UTC
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There is a moment When sunlight bathes the trees And your thoughts My dear, dear friend Invade me. You seem to love the morning When our room is cool And paper, pen and attitude Anchor an old fool Bowing fore your witness Reaching out for lines Winding towards your inner life And sketching it in rhymes. So soft your silent whispers But clear and hardly grave Patiently you elevate These aging earthbound ways. Why such generosity Beloved friend of messy me? Perhaps. . . When time is near an end And meeting on a star You will share your name Down here and how I knew you then. Until that day when music plays Around and through our souls We grasp the air and strain To hear the cadence of your strolls As we hope to be so still And clearly hear your voice. So busy we remain Both supplicants and prey Chasing our discordant days Contradictions near your side As sunlight bathes the morning trees With songs of immortality. May we always walk afar Singing with a morning star Reuniting earth with heaven Brothers in this house forever.
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Oct 17, 2010
Oct 17, 2010 at 8:06 AM UTC
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