Tom Squires

There is a road not covered here
That lays upon the shadow land
Continues for a thousand years
Prepared before the breaking dawn
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Long shadows
Upon the road
Falling gestures
Brought forth
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The sun shines down
The breezes warm
The forest nearly
Shuttered green
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Chocolate brown buildings
Cast out shadows
On the bright day
The landscape of our healing
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In the cool green morning
They awake the people
Of the distant plains
Speaking the names
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You were a dream
In the waking world
A postcard from the other side
A flourish in the summer rain
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Jets overhead
Like bright chariots
Thunder in the distance
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As we ride beside this ocean
Sing to stars up in the sky
Leave behind all the commotion
Breathe to life these dreams tonight
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Across the skyline
Buildings reach
Like great square teeth
For the grey
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The wind blows
The swamp willows
Like stalk brushes
That paint the midnight sky
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The rains fall on the mission
And the rainfall in the hills
The people who live at the mission
Are a long long way from home
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Sometimes you see
In a sunset
All golden dreams
Passed down from memory
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Quiet of daylight
Shade of oak tree
Whisper to darkness
Then climb with angels
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A nun walks
Across the boards
Pigeons take flight
Along the street
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The green house stands next door
Among accumulated snow
Opaque and granular
With increase in temperature
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It's peaceful down this hall
Everyone has some condition
There is no distinction
Nor unsettled reflection
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This winter day darkened trees
Creak in the wind
And birds coax some memory
While summer gone
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Summer nearly gone
Between us sleep eternal dream
From rays of sunlight here I find
The searching of an ancient song
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Usted es una brisa
Dulce en la primavera
Una flor brillante en este mundo
Tus ojos en la distancia
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The rainfall on the mission
And the rains fall in the hills
The people who live at the mission
Are a long long way from home
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