MAGNIF. 2 MAGNIFICENCE TWO (working)
Ah yes, the stars were burning bright
When last I saw the fire in your eyes;
But then you were gone at summer’s end
Before these snows began to rise
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Wrap rugs around me,
I sense a Mind in the deep…
Which I embrace as it embraces me;
I dream in bed as I’m half awake,
Songs singing faintly in the trees
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I walk dream regions light bright
with ice,
I travel soundlessly across frozen seas;
I read this ancient record
with tales of you,
Singing faintly amid the trees
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I travel as I dream across the snows
Down every road you showed
to me:
Where you have gone I must learn to go
I will follow this path to thee *
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The story is a long one:
in every place,
There is a record of your wanderings;
You found emeralds in the East,
True wealth in that hidden place,
Here where where you found your unity.
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There are angels whose names no man knows,
A chorus of saints watch over you;
And the fallen ones and the rolling beast,
Cannot prevent my return to you.
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There are demons whose names
I will not speak,
Ones not bound by mortality;
A ship with red sails in the East
Bring remnants of your archaeology.
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I too am going to that holy place,
Across the river with its shades;
It will be morning before I wake,
As the boatman sings to me,
I know this dream now will not fade:
I pray the Lord our souls to keep.
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re-written
Feb/2014
©2014 by W.G.Milne