by Walt Evans | ||||||
The stars over-head bend me back, 'til I almost fall . . . with their beauty. This is the place, "I'd dreamed of, as a youth . . . long ago, but forgotten . . ." Walt | ||||||
Brad's love surrounds him . . . he wears her like a great coat, seeing her everywhere . . . she sees him, as he walks the green paths and hills beyond, the trees wave at him on windy days, he waves back . . . with his heart. In summer, the river flows like a road onward . . . whispering . . . tempting, wondering why he stays, and not see, what rivers know, Calling: "Go to the Sea" . . . but the Sea does not yet . . . tempt him. At times on starry nights, he looks to the heavens from between the trees, in serene wonder, from his place . . . of heart, with a profound sense, of . . . just. . ." being." | ||||||
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