ray summer

A stone from the well,
a dry tree leaf scattered,
a heart carved into the tree,
from these who could have known,
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I came to the old well
remembering the childhood hell,
id look down the deep abyss,
those stories granddad always told,
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Whispers of time in the breath of the wind,
and trees stand painted in moving light,
where rivers carve the earths deep veins,
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In the shadows deep where dreams unfold,
man lays still though thoughts have sailed,
a world unseen from beyond the gaze,
where knowledge blooms in hidden ways,
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I have known the scent of the earth after rain,
i have walked beneath the weeping pines,
i have heard the trains cry out at midnight,
and still i dont have that feeling i am home
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pigeons fight for crumbs on cracked pavements',
like we fight for the meaning in our lives,
and i realize the difference is they are to busy
to even give a damn, they don't bother to think,
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it wasn't sound it wasn't breeze,
it wasn't any parrots in those trees,
it cried like a unwelcome cry of pain,
the mosstree rubbed and touched my vain,
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The heart of a poet beats out of time,
in rhythms that reason cannot define,
it bleeds in tears soft and slow,
where silence speaks and wild things grow,
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The man on the land poured dust through hand,
when the dust takes flight in the red suns glow,
there is a man with a weathered face,
etched by the years and the outbacks grace
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I wandered back to the old stone well,
where childhood fears once loved to dwell,
id peer into that endless deep,
where monsters stirred and shadows sleep,
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