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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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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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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You were a dream
In the waking world
A postcard from the other side
A flourish in the summer rain
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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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May the Lord be with you
And comfort and guide you
May angels find you
And sing you songs of peace
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Speak lost hunter
To the ravens in the mist
Dark eyed intensified
In transient lucent list
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You are beautiful
You are a vision
And when you look
You are somewhere
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I can't look for you there or anywhere
I can only find you without looking.
My heartbeat strengthens
As I enter some bright room somewhere.
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When you can't find your way back home.
When your dreams seem change their bright tone,
When hope seems to fly out the door,
Count your blessings one by one,
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Quiet of daylight,
shade of oak tree.
whisper to darkness,
then climb with angels.
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Rigid in space
The world in perspective
A little right rudder
So you can see
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Distance And Time
There is a road not covered here
That lays upon the shadow land
Continues for a thousand years
Prepared before the breaking dawn
Of clover fields in endless song
From memory entwined in youth
And stepping on to cobblestone
That we could hear the sound of feet
So swift to chase the glimpse of years
Upon the face we call our own
2013 Tom Squires