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Through the window
Just a wall
Shapes are forming
Blackbirds call
Early morning spirits
Moving hands
Tick-tocking ages
In the half-light of the still
Before the lark
Where I can feel my shadow
Touch your silencein the dark
Sleeping at the wheelreaching for oceans before usfor us to feeltogether, tonight
Playing eaglefiring eyesever willingsweet surprise
Welling in the belly
Of their chase
Tracing out the angel
In the half-light on your face
Before the lark
Where I can feel my shadow
Touch your silence,in the dark
Sleeping at the wheelreaching for oceans before usfor us to feeltogether, tonight
Then suddenly
I hear you say"
Time to get up
It's gone midday,
Cup of tea love"
And I realise
I must have dropped offdrifted into dream before the larkyielded to the ether of our secret worldin the dark
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