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Out of a crowd - that bed of thorns
You rose and shone as a rose adorns and
Scents the wind for just a moments rush
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Twilight beckons for the dawn as
I rise betrothed to ghosts
So cold am I.
Invisible and forlorn
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Today is not a day of grief
Today is not a day to weep
Today is a day to howl
Today is a day to bow
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I can see dear Jessie now; trampin' like her dad
Over sodden heath of misty Mordake Moor
Wearing her brothers army boots he'd used in time of war,
And those woollen socks of mine I had never holed or sewn
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I listen to the peace talks
And those men of high degree
They sit on thrones of justice
With their masked hostility
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A Moments Rush
Out of a crowd - that bed of thorns
You rose and shone as a rose adorns and
Scents the wind for just a moments rush
And in that time our eyes were brushed
By silver hands that held a single strand
Of soul pulled hard across
The rhythms of our stroll
As we tripped upon our glancing smiles
Something true and deeper yearned
Something made us stop and turn
Our eyes held words that dare not weep
Yet when they met words were leaked
In rhymes, in songs, in throngs of speech
And then it stopped; in a moments rush
Like strangers touching on a crowded bus
Out of a crowd you shone
Back into a crowd you've gone
And I, alas, walk on.
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(November 2012 Nanaimo, BC, Canada)
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