The Dream - ***'s Pastoral #7
thy and my create an our
     as we skip along the dawn.
tiny seashells in the sunrise,
     listen in to hear them yawn.
the waves beckon as we kiss so sweetly,
     "come in, I want to play!
"my foam is gentle, my sand is soft,
     and I am warm for you today."
but the mountains bellow coyly,
     "have you forgotten me so soon?
"I incline so very lowly
     "and you might see the distant moon."
yet the glen does win the arguement
     with her simple melodic line,
"in my grass perchance you'll lie,
     and love's sweet respite you will find."
and so we tarry on her well-worn paths,
     thy hand finding itself to mine.
we find a clearing filled with daisies
     and on sunshine we do dine.
The Legal Stuff
take me home!
Keep Love Alive
my consolation
my life is ending
one step at a time
one little voice
one minor crime

you take my hand
sometimes both
and then i go
but we hold love's rope

up ahead the end is seen
with a crack in the path
a break in the seam,
and i can't get across alone
without a beam,
without a home.

but i know i will have you,
my angel, to lift me over
to fly me to the safer side
where my new life can begin.

i know i'll have you like i have before
when the water's too wide to see the next shore
i can face all these fears
and i'll fight all these tears
with you to help me through the years.

you guard me even when i sleep
in your arms my soul to keep
and in my dreams i never weep
for you will hold me close to you
and i hold you still close to me.
C'est notre epoch
Le temps s'arrête quand je pense de toi.
Mon coeur tomb quand tu es peiné,
Mais je peut voler quand nous sommes heureux et approché.
Je sais que tu m'écoutes
et lis ces mot,
mais je les pretende maintenant plus que jaùais,
avec une significance consistante.

je t'aime.
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