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The blue and red and gold of path and meadow And each day I walk in the reality of my dreams.
stand in the jar to share their scent.
ANGEL
They glow vivacious through the shadow
before in soft decay theyll bend. Angel
give me a flame
A busy ant unnoticed came with them this shadow reigns
to run across the table cloth. a grip to strong
A caterpillar feeds from a leafs hem.
When I look closer now I see a hidden moth.
Sweet angel
I took the summer home to cheer me up,
to make life in streets abysses light. send me a wing to rest
I took the summer home to drink the cup the lands are cold
of peaceful joy before the night. from sheer unrest
and please
talk to my heart
my mind is much to hollow
for an angel to start
Summertime
When the work ends Throughout my life, hurdles have been placed before
me.
and the relaxation begins,
I measure my approach carefully, so as not to falter,
When the days are longer
my trepidation overwhelms me as each barrier draws
and the sun is brighter, closer,
When I feel free with all my might I take that final leap of faith,
and the birds sing their songs, but alas, I have stumbled and fallen too many times,
When I go out happy and cannot I fear pick up this bruised body to try again.
and return home content,