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godspeed corry

swiftly the years of youth fly by

so died this loving scottish lad

his earthly race was run


will you take my message to my childhood’s happy home

will you give them all my last goodbye

my hearts best love as well

and now farewell my true kind friends


we who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more
temporary than our own, live within a fragile circle,
easily and often breached. unable to accept its awful gaps,
we still would live no other way. we cherish memory as the only certain immortality never fully understanding the necessary plan

I keep waiting for a poem to come back to me

A poem with the same long silky ears

Luminous eyes and curious brow


Why do rabbits watch outside my door?


Waiting for you to breathe their life

So they can jump and run



I see your shadow on the moonlit lawn

I sense you waiting

When the gate opens

When the lights go out

When the birds call


I follow paw prints in the sand

In the fog

To the edge of the water

Waiting for the next wave

To bring you back to me

sometimes the best map will not guide you
you can't see what's round the bend
sometimes the road leads through dark places
sometimes the darkness is your friend


nothing can tear you apart
if you keep living straight from the heart
though you know that you're gonna hurt some
the magic will come....

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