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Posted by deejae on November 11, 1999 at 09:45:40:
In Reply to: The Stone of Time posted by deejae on November 11, 1999 at 09:29:42:
ah... dreams are so very nice... the stone, then
the etching, now the page... i hope something
in all this stirs a pion inside you...
The Meadow Page
deejae 06/10/99
if we let our minds live
in places we've known,
we close out a future
forever unknown,
to wander a past
as if it's means more
than all we could learn
beyond today's door...
to gather the dust
from stars we don't know
first we must take time
and there we must go,
open our minds
to the light up ahead
and spend not our time
looking backwards instead...
if we want more of life
we've only to see
it's all out in front
and there to receive,
noone can spend
a past penny earned
nor relive love given
but, never returned...
somewhere in tomorrow
all dreams can be found
but, only if we look there
to a past not be bound,
be ready to hold
all the good that is there
and rejoice in the fortunes
we'll then have to share...
the gold that we gain
is a spirit renewed
to bask in excitement
of things never knew,
we're so full of life
it should tell us to stay
not remnants of pasts
that steals time away...
we cannot forget
all came from behind
but, never a wall
to all that we'll find,
i hold out my hand
as i look thru the mist
for you to come with me
and search for the bliss...
the stars in the heavens
will be our lights guide
the winds in behind us
our strength to decide,
the river's meanders
our map where to go
the forests of green
quiet solace below...
we'll smile as if one
as we see all the new
wonders and pleasures
and bid past a'dieu,
look there my love
do you see it below?
a meadow so
it beacons us slow...
we lie down together
and press our warmth close
then share in the gift
that speaks love the most,
gentle motions i give you
you give back to me
here time has no meaning
in love's harmony...
our moment then happens
and wraps round our souls
as a gentle fire burning
looking outside the cold,
we drift up on high
with the clouds up above
and share what we've given
so deeply in love...
to one who's true heart
does beat with our own
and dances love's rhythm
in feather light tone,
could we need any more
is it better than this
to live love so happy
and share in this bliss…
we gather our spirits
look again now the stars
another meadow waits us
hope somewhere not far,
then lift up together
hands clasped in the wind
it pushes us onward
our journey's not end...
wide-eyed we'll seek
more dreams that lie
beyond this mist
just you and i
we've yet to see
what lies out there
no matter that
it's ours to share…
as we do soar
and leave behind
one memory
t'was so sublime
we take with us
our hearts of love
to whisp the winds
so far above…
no need look back
the meadow behind
we left not a whisper
we'd been there in kind
look way out in front
my love, not a sound
back there's but a memory
and there we're not bound…
and it may just be
that it come to past
two more lovers find
that field of gr
and make it their own
sweet love memory place
as we're slipping the wind
through time's open space...
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