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echoes beyond time
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Hyacinth garden open window where the wind blows through
with a cold that cuts to the bone
with no love received, the heart cannot renew
without a silver path from the moon, a man must sail alone
legacy of dust like significance never told
he just grows old
and the rift remains
he must let go
memory restrains
the next thing you know
you hear echoes beyond time
there is nothing left to show
you struggle to balance the rhyme
I looked across the bay
where spirit mist hangs in trees
wishing I could ask them to let me stay
would they listen to my pleas
in a whisper of reprise
hard against my restless heart
I am but a minor part
the clouds roll harshly by
not a single tear I cry
celtic harps flowing in the air
helps a little with needed repair
so too I have no control
to cleanse this weary soul
I live as I seem
I live without a dream
