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Sawgrass I
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Memories I have dreams of a magical wind
that summons the souls of bonded hearts
to the end of the trail we called Waiting.
Feeling the chill of winter's hand,
still I am in rhythm with the universe,
and am prepared to look upon the unknown.
That one soft summer, so long ago,
will keep me warm
throughout my journey into winter.
~~~~~*~~~~~~
Beside the waters of Sawgrass,
in slowly falling twilight, we loved.
Our lives changed into three petals
of the white lotus,
symbolizing a bond and a heartbreak
that would follow us
all the days of our lives.
I have to believe in the
land of the yellow spring,
where a tiny soul was reborn.
Perhaps we have seen the third petal.
Surely he has been reborn.
Our love endured,
but the pain is forever with us.
It is the cross we bear.
Walk with me to Sawgrass,
and sing our song, for the good times.
Let us walk, just this once,
in the morning mist,
refreshing all things we remember,
and all things sacred.
Sit with me by the waters, as then,
when we were barely nineteen.
Life was enchanting that night.
Through the curtains of our secret,
I have remembered, and regretted.
But nothing can remove from my life
that one summer eve,
which, for all these years,
still falls softly on my heart
each night.
