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Break the spell of tiredness,

Awaken to the day,

And find that nothing is the same,

Yet nothing has quite changed.

I settle back into my life,

Rest my head in gentle streams

Of light and sound and bliss.

My ears are humming,

What from is hard to say.

My heart is pounding,

Growing stronger every day.

The simple time is all the best,

For longer times grow thin.

Summer leaves turn golden brown,

Then fall leaves turn to red,

And as I lay among them now

I feel my heart is dead.

Not dead in love, nor dead in hate,

But still dead all the same.

Sadly with the heart, as whole,

It’s not possible to maim.

Only death and life exist,

In this life we occupy.

My heart is does not get so wounded,

Only snuffs out as it dies.

I lay smiling amongst the colors,

Blinking now and then.

Trying not to miss a leaf,

As to the earth it falls.

In every leaf I see your eyes,

In every breeze your arms.

The sun begins to fall beneath

The horizon and the sky turns darker blue.

I fall asleep, listen to the wind,

And dream I’m next to you.

I fall into a deeper slumber

Remembering every counting number

Of every leaf I numbered just for you.

Spinning into my own dreams,

Filled with laughter, not with screams,

And realize I should be more a person.

Let loose on laughter,

Smile a lot, be not afraid to cry.

For all these things cannot be remade,

Whence we have all died.

And so I awake the moon shining brightly,

Awaiting the noon day sun.

But still I think I may not be,

I could not be your one.

Still I laugh, still I cry,

And smile in delight,

And thus I dance, and so I sing,

For you and all that is,

As I walk, slowly, quickly,

Into the arms of the night.