I have wandered in dark places,
and sought reflection in silent pools
bathed in moonlight,
on paths beyond the wit
of daylight hours,
and there have found
in solitude
the truth in dreams,
the music of deeper worlds than ours,
a confluence with faerie land
that, in kindness,
binds us to ourselves
and to our clay,
when comes the newborn day
and leaves such echoes
as do haunt the song of birds
and mists that rise from dew;
a bidding to fare well,
as blow the winds into
the fleeting sails
of friendship
found each day anew
in ancient grains of sand
and pulsing veins.
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