The night is pitch, the air is chill'd
A ghostly fog drifts ‘round the hills
Night winds grumble thru the trees
To spread the whisper of disease
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Oh, how I love to wander
Along the sylvan trail
Amid a growth of chestnut
I breathe the woodsy air
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When I have yearned, so very long
That the light has grown dim
And the sparks have blown astray
All I see in the bleary shadows is a cradle
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Driftwood
Date: 9-06-13
I drifted out, like I drifted in
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I’m sorry, but I cannot see beyond the wall. The stones are thick, solid. I have surveyed the edges, searched for a crevice to grab hold. But there are no fissures, no gaps, no footholds, just a smooth blank surface, insurmountable. It looms before me like a mountain, bold, hard, invincible. I cannot scale its vertical or traverse its horizon. I’ve tried…and failed miserably so very many times. But oh, how I long to see the other side, to know it secrets, to explore what’s hidden there.
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Can I Ask You A Question, Or Two
Date: August 14,2013
What is there to say, to know
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Evergreen
Date: December 11,2013
How evergreen you are to me
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Then Comes The Chill
Date: May 25,2012
When you write my eulogy
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