This space, outside, like past years
Came back to visit, in cheers.
Bringing choirs,
Tenors
From trees above,
To the tiniest notes of sands,
All offered from December’s firm hands.
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You might sing new a new rhythm
To the tells of water
And full moon lullabies.
An old song,
To cast off your wishes,
Before I move along.
.
Show me paths and leeside edens,
Your voice calling, should I turn
To hear.
Bits and pieces on this wheel
Turning,
In time’s great mirror.
.
To be free from this turn,
Take me to the place!
Just outside
the now and then,
Move me
to a different pace.
.
Those melodies pulse softly now,
Of stories you read,
From behind furrowed brow.
.
In electricity of the night you bring,
Nestled softly
In the damp cradle of spring.
.
Woo us from fields afar,
Peering through sky’s great fabric,
Of tatters and thread,
Let me in,
Return me to bed.
Shaken Rain 