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Darryl (Daristotle) McMillan

Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario Canada
Darryl (Daristotle) McMillan
Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario Canada
Monday, December 18, 2006

Pitter Patter

Dreams in a smokey form.
Herb of mystical lore.
Arms Heavy eyes Red.
Peaceful Vision inside my head.

Pitter patter
pitter patter
pitter patter

Euphoric Memories pass me by.
I realize now why they call it a high.
Clouds above my Auroic Light.
Bring me through the dawn of night.

Pitter patter
pitter patter
pitter patter

My mind begins to wander
My cares begin to fade
Western winds blow on the fields
And The cricket's saronade

Pitter patter
pitter patter
pitter patter

The wizard comes to find me
To Tell me of his tale.
The whispering of his story
Wakes the nightingale.

Pitter patter
pitter patter
pitter patter

My mind is pleasantly sailing
upon my angel's wings
the stars are fires in the sky
Writting the songs our nightinggale sings

Pitter patter
pitter patter
pitter patter

I hear a tune and it speaks to me
My soul dances to the sway
And with smiling faces filled with glee
The children turn away.

Pitter patter
pitter patter
pitter patter

I close my eyes and begin to sink.
Emersed in thoughts I calmly think.
Down and down into the lake of spirit.
The song has taken me and Beyond it.

Pitter patter
pitter patter
pitter patter

My spirit lifted into the sky.
I smile and bask in flowering why.
A puff of my herb, my reality settles.
Into the glory of the shadows.

Pitter patter goes my heart into the tall dark night
Darryl (Daristotle) McMillan
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