To touch the silky acres,
To harvest unknown fruit
Of a hidden land imagined.
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To gather all about me,
To mingle in the senses
Of a hidden land's delight.
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I like the sound of the flowing water
When it slips by in the river.
I like the sound of a winter breeze
When it rustles through the trees.
I like them better when I'm with you
Exploring at our ease.
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My mind is not connecting,
The pieces don't quite fit.
I find I need correcting
Just to make some sense of it.
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The fog is getting thicker,
I'm apt to drift away.
The emptiness is quicker,
Hard to keep the hounds at bay.
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Once again I stumble
Fairly tumble
Roll and bumble
Down the road.
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Watch me as I'm humbled
Justly crumbled
Grisely mumbled
From my dreams.
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I walk along a road at night
To be alone and think,
To try to soak up what just might
Be possible with you.
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If I walk along this road,
Do I really think
That I can carry what I hold
While I stumble on the brink?
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Darkness like a blanket
Awoke the mysteries
A sudden night of whispers
Like possibilities.
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We held each other closer
Than we ever had before
I loved you in the darkness
More and more and more.
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