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http://sindianavisions.wordpress.com/

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In my youth I wandered here

Or went from door to door

And pleaded, begged and lost my heart

To someone who was bored.

It never seemed to matter much

The things we tried to do.

We came and went and learned about

True loves that were not true.

And now I glide upon the wake

And laugh about those days.

I see my ghost upon the shore

And raise a hearty wave.

“Prepare my son for what will come

Forget about the morn.

Someday deep love will follow you

And children will be born.”

“Have no fear about your days

Sleep soundly through the night.

Be a man and fear no woe

Seek beauty in the light.”

“Try to watch how others feel

And listen, think and grow.

Be a gentle man always

And plan where you should go.”

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The river ever softly flowed

He turned and walked away.

But I could see he smiled awhile

Into the fading day. As though

He heard a voice inside and saw

A silver path. That led away

From his hard day and to my heart

At last.

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Sometimes my words fly around like a sparrow

In effortless flight with more points than an arrow.

But sometimes I dig and they’re not to be found

Perhaps laid too deep in the rock laden ground.

With love and discomfort wed together so well.

The words are unable to weave their sweet spell.

And I’m left with no hope to discover within

Unresolved feelings for beloved kin.

Things long backpacked and put neatly away

So I leave this hard task for another day.

When armed with a pick ax and fervent desire

I will tear all away til I get down to fire

And tell everyone to your love I aspired

Not knowing it already had been acquired.
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When I am old

Put me where the boats roll

And the wind runs with the waves.

I will settle in the sunlight

While the children play in the bogs.

I will no longer listen when things are said

Beyond caring or play the practiced smile.

But the sound of waves tapping my sides

Will be my constant companion.

And the night watchman will be my friend.

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