Journey Ashore
I long for yesterdays
The green dripped island
The hart in the trees
Whose eyes search for mine
Streams where wisdom swims
In the golden glimmer of the carp
Whose one taste enlightens me
And the falcon of my dreams
Whose winged flights in the sky
Speaks in my ear a heavenly message
In the singing of the trees
And the in the ageless mistletoe
I long for tomorrow
And the wet green lawn
That touches my footsteps
On my journey ashore ..........
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2 years ago
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