My Love,
What was it you once told me?
Something, as I try to think,
Hard... Never to see in deep
Grey eyes again. Across whirling
Desert sands, an induced shaman
Vision, deeper and even falling
into some distant land within,
And without you. Would you follow
Me, hear me, feel me? No I would think
Not, in a soft satin sheet. Too many days
and no thought of evening walks, climbing
in trees. My love, my love, oh how mine
Own heart has forsaken me. But now stop,
And slowly stepping towards the smoking door,
Lights gleaming from underneath,
My ancient grandfather, darkened by sun,
Feathered and with staff. Echoes of
A woman's cruel laugh, and the soul,
Gently rolls, to sunrise,
Till the end takes its toll.
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