Charles Mackintosh

Evening comes with drifting twilight touching silent trees,
Leaves stilled and breathing faintest whispers on an air
Imbued with lilac grace and petal scents; the meadow leas
Sigh gently through their shadowed loams of camomile
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Did you not hear me go?

There was a loud shout
Of joy
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The dappled sunbeam plays across her face
And brightly gives the lie to winter chill
Or seeks to cheer her from that darker inner place
Where my love goes to be alone, afraid and still.
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He sent me some angels, I'll never know why;
I was crippled and broken, just waiting to die,
But they laughed and they danced and they comforted me
And they helped me stand up and let it all be.
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You held my hand and stood firm by my side
And carried me across the rivers that I've wept
Diminished as I was you gave me back my pride
No truer faith or love a sister ever kept
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Spring came with amber dawning light and crisp
And waked the mummer from his winter drowse
Hidden in several empty shadowed rooms
From painted wooden stair off cobbled street.
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Flung down on blood rust tiles by some strange force within
The mummer writhes before the lighted candles
At the timbered feet
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