Alive in a rising cloud

The spell cast on me

Pushed onward, forsaken

By the soft sighing spring

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Above the churchyards

Filled with the shades of the bereaved

I watch their wild colors sink

Into shade and sorrow  

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So the mad dream fades

From my heart at last

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So the mad dream courses

Into oceans of sand

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To surface once more

In the full hearts of family

Now and again

In the night’s final hours