Tony Esmonde

This song's for you,
like morning dew,
gently protecting:
quietly detecting,
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I am full of love.
Not sure what that means.
Is it just a feeling?
Maybe truth, maybe dreams.
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It flickers and wanes.
Grows stronger again.
It burns slow and fast.
How long will it last?
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We do not get enough of love
seeking searching its source in vain.
Around about us below above,
its nucleus is oft hidden in pain.
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O Lord do help us on this day,
may prayer assist us now to cope,
with trials, trauma along the way,
and give us courage again to hope.
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They babble on
a constant chatter.
A media circus;
truth doesn't matter.
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In what do I believe?
I sometimes ask.
Is it love, fear greed?
All memories of the past.
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The road is long
am I getting weary?
I'll try a song
but the tune is dreary.
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Watching and waiting,
expectant, stock still,
as wind soughs through treetops
of larch on the hill.
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Light filtering through
brings thoughts of you,
now so far away.
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Music practice
is not fun.
Make you feel,
you want to run
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