A Dark and Blustery Day s. bolejack
Leaves were falling all around, 'twas a dark and blustery day
Time well spent I snuggled deep within the golden hay
Alone but for the mind, any ever kind companion
I slept and dreamt I died in a summer grove of Banyan
Bamboo all around, with the ever present fern
my challenge was a man like me, forever did he yearn
Too late did I recognize the color of his sword
silver blue, a tinted hue, a book without a word
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Now I can look back, I see he was but me
a phantom of a longing self that knew not misery
But when your rose my lips did cross his hilt was just below
my chest felt a wrenching tear, it was time to go
So far above the Earth I fly, I spy, I ask you why
you choose to comfort he who rides the lightning of the sky
Awake! I see the dream, was it color, was it grey
the leaves still falling all around, 'twas a dark and blustery day
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