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THE SPIRIT OF THOUGHT
The sun swam in the Mitchell grass
Dusk sighed shimmering blue
Pink bellied clouds drifted sulkily past
They reminded me of you.
When the evening breeze did lose its will
Amongst sunsets blood red light
When the land was warm, the air was still
I vanished into night
To the mountain range beyond a hope
Where lonely ghost towns sigh
Their weary hearts devoid of life
Like the cool caress of sky
Thus to slumber in the darkness
A night owls fearful scream
The willows whisper of solitude
They will cradle my soul into dream
Still, sometimes at night
When the moon sneers white
In the calm, cold fog I shiver
For your childish spirit
My companion till dawn
Forever, like the path of a river. |
