Some days are like night in the rising dawn
With dreams that have gone into nakedness fields
Where the hours of passing have stars like shields
Slain flowers of earth in their night dressed gown
The feelings inside are vast like oceans
In deep of their roots and in their rising
From love that's without any disguising
The heart that pounders in its deep emotions
There are no ways under life's lost winding
That gives back again what has been lost
Dreams in the fields in their windily grinding
When the hours of end through daises crisscrossed
Love songs that have cried shall be remembered still
In the days of the coming - with the poet's quill
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