while the fogs drift
across the vale
below me
i drift
far from its nearness

i am,
in these distant times
wandering
the moonbeams

obscured visons
grant
the clearest sight
(i see the you,
you seek to hide)

i close my eyes
and see with yours

like so many times before

this calm peace
lingers
for a time
divinely one

i drift to sleep
for once
willing to dream
without fear
of remembering
times before this life

the sense of wholeness lingers
until long after
all the stars have faded
still you linger

this peace you grant me
never fades

~143,24,24

06/13/2002

Posted on 06/13/2002
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