Green & Gold
Fall is coming on. Yesterday the humidity disappeared, and we could smell it on the air: The first hints of crisp, and burnt orange, pine and fire.
The symbols I saw were one and two,
Like a dream in the field,
...west
Alright, alright:
I’m up, I’m going.
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The Water Sermon
I had that same dream again last night.
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4 Corners
A few places I’d like to explore, work, get to know for a time…
A skip
hop
and a jump
…superjump
Yes, I’ve been to the second, but would care to return in an even more awesome capacity.
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Wish, Wish
Into the Emerald Well
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Autumn; Altars
. . .
Just when the days start getting colder
I walk the streets I never knew
And there's some words I never told you
The sound
rings out
like the truth
And if you could see
What's come over me
Then you would Know
And as I sit here in this dark room
All I seem to feel is light
I see colour, I see the maroon
In the blood
of this life
that's ours
And if you could see
What's come over me
Then you would Know
Because I'm walking free
The wind at my back
Bathed in Afterglow
Watch the sun
that paints
an orange sky
Lay me down
and feel
the days
gone
by
Just when the days start getting longer
I walk the streets I never knew
The sun
comes out
for you
Because I'm walking free
The wind at my back
Bathed in Afterglow
. . .
* Lyrics by Vanessa Carlton
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