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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Somewhere in a dream, Serene and blissful from the start It comes to me again The two of us in love, and eagerly alone Breathlessly naive', and blissfully assured that we would be as one ...that nothing in the world outside, could ever be compared Two bikes took rest against a tree We climbed the nearest hill, Through foxtails, deep and thickets, high Along a creek bed, far and wide, wading through warm granite stones Slick and wet, with velvet moss littered deep with autumn leaves, and the urgent tender years My darling...do you remember...? We were like children, we marveled and swooned at the shapes of the clouds in the lavender sky changing their forms in a wink of the eye We were wild with love, that stirred the stones Discovering firsts, and thirsts unknown Layers of years, now whisper here, Imprisoned in this hidden place, with every breath of air Not a fluent time that bends or moves ...but time fully reasoned, with ancient eyes Unwound of it's youthful eyes and loves Where dulcet words plucked out of space Have not been tinged by autumn's breath And innocence is scattered like leaves upon the breeze And lingers, ...with a sweet wistful sigh We who once made love, ...a thousand skies ago Have slept with tossing shadows and lilting cries Still tremble with the memory Oh, ...I know the subtle ways of empty dreams And I shall go by silent lanes and leave this day....and you.... ....timeless here . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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