You; i start in all of you,
and not part of you, but all of you,
and there is the heart of tree,
Tall and hard and thick of bark,
and there i Wait for you.
Waiting, while i wait, i paint the clouds
with you, of you in cotton white,
you drip across the sky and thus i watch.
And....and if i doze..and if i doze..
Upon brown moss, may i rest my head.
And if you come before i wake,
My lass so sweet my dream you take,
and coming back, around the tree,
that lake you see,
it is only me, inside of you, now free.
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