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COLD LETTER

There were fireflies like genies with lamps

And the wind that played harps

For the forest's slow dance.

Did we ever return without new songs?

There were battles to vanquish sleep

We yearned the fields of mystery our sickles to reap

Who would soon forget the kiss of heaven

That nightly turns owls into joyous bards and maestro the raven?

Home held cascades for inner refreshing

Old books and mother's hymns unending

Father always ready, stories of war to tell by the furnace

Karn and Evangeline with science obsessed.

Here I am before the mirror, half myself reflecting

My soul has eloped offshore with my peace

I must seek it and what was so enchanting

That I pay dearly with broken hearts and brooks of tears.

I must seek it wherever the stars will lead

With my cruel captain to be the tempestuous wind

With grief do not our hanging castles destroy

For I will return to be your little boy.

Cry. My tears from my end a confluence with yours will make.

Lie. I will from my end in my dreams you to warmly embrace.

Sing. Duet will belive coals to keep the cold away.

String the waves into sleep while I sail.

Smile and be like the lighthouse guiding me home.

Pray I return not myself a shadow

Vile will be the days you do not say a prayer

And I a ready meal become to the great sea monster.

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