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believer

nothing new enters into this,
all is here,
the far off calls from returning birds,
not yet heard,
still does not prevent them
calling.

my hands hold out to
touch everything in its glory,
sweet mercies,
warm reckonings,
sleepy half forgotten memories,
all come back to me.

fondly recalling the strings of lights
along the parade,
warm early summer nights
with choices made.

i ache with joy,
when i relive the touch,
of your soft hand,
and the grinding motions
of the sand,
restless underneath.

so allow me this dream
for nothing new shall enter into it,
for my mind is locked.

i hear the swallows call
half come,
i sense the walking of deer,
i feel the breathing of owls,
the ripples made by the bream,
i feel the seabed sleeping eel,

O! memory, let me in
i am truly,
truly,
a believer.

believer

uncleblack

Joined February 2010

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