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A bed in the ground they'll make for me

When they find out what has transpired.

Like a stormy wind gone still it happened

With painted emerald moons above.



Oh my, how I've never laughed with such simple pleasure,

With such soft thought, though not unlike

The touch of this entire encounter.

'Twas like a dream to walk hand in hand.



Not as lover or even simpleton (though till now

it has always been in this discourse),

But as more a warm smile to share the night with,

And her smile sank deep with me as I told of the night.



I would not have dreamed that simple dreams

would come to pass.

Though when I'm told that the clouds are the only

medium between night and day....I can do nothing but understand.



Still, a bed in the ground they'll make for me

When they discern what may be.

Though I still wonder if this will simply drift with the clouds.

God seems to offer angels only in portions.



I'd like to fly with one some time.

Far, far away.

If only to laugh with such simple comfort as companionship.

It is truly amazing what lies within.



They may bury me deep if ever it comes to pass.

Perhaps I would rather be plunged deep within the earth

than to drift endlessly from this.

Happiness is nothing to be wasted, but even still too much doted upon.

I'll dote, I'll be buried, just let me have the night as it were.