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Poem For Lindsay

A dream she lies, in my bed
A dream she whispers, in my head
I hold her close, so far away
I hold her wise, so young she’ll stay

This desert I’ve come to
On my own again
I set out this moment
To thirst for sand

Back in the forest
Back in the dark
Playing with innocence
She’ll dance with memory

And then one day, the sun will burn,
The stars will explode,
And she will see,
What was foretold.
And I will look up in the sky,
To see the thunder,
And as I crumble, as I fall,
I shall no longer wonder.

A dream she lies, in my bed
A dream she whispers, in my head
Of visions divine
What stories are mine
Holding me close, holding me sweet
Knowing her decision, if we ever meet.