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beyond the longest shadow
a sense of something more
– a night
here I have wandered

to distant meadows
grass stains
on my toes
(a ways) beyond
the only path I know

houses where
(the lowly) I
was cradled tenderly
a yard is overgrown
(but I don’t care)

tis not my want
to question –
when wishing me to home
dreams are come
(and I am)

a deeper trust
(by visions) into light
hearts are one
(tho all the proof is gone)

what of me (another)
remembers where to go

when once (as then)
my sleeping ends –
miles from this I dream
familiar lives
reclaiming (now)
my soul

. . .