Slip Away
Slip away
Land, oh land give forth of thee
In this darkness, barren and cold,
When out of your silent desolate past
Remain the winds of fate
For somewhere once did slip away
The morning bright and clear,
Until in the depth of our own mortality
Are lost the winds of fate
Illusions haunt the early light
When sounds a daybreak’ call,
Into the breadth of a coming dawn
Or the simplicity of fate
By m.norton
marklnorton@shaw.ca
Copyright © Mark Norton | Year Posted 2010
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