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Who knows your name of those remaining - who could swear to worlds you've found? Am I the one your dreams invited to share it all - without a sound. Given words of resurrection - and yet in silence none are heard. Would I know or could you let me - sleep forever undisturbed. Long the days - of Easter coming - and I without a thought of rest. Do you hear me (in stillness pleading) - who came of love and stayed for less? Come to me when life is empty - brittle leaves (a glass of wine) Whispers tell – of nightbirds crying. Love – the only touch divine. Skipping stones above the water - another world looks back at me. Cast to pools of everlasting - love is there in all you see. What more to bear beyond this presence - tomorrow - will the rooster sing - of ways we loved (I will remember) Words of life - my everything.
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