some see the sun
high in the sky
some say we're come
here now to die
look at these flowers
taste of a kiss
long loving hours
project life from this
quiet time at the wall
not sure of the dawn
unto faint distant call
we're forever drawn
took a crumb of what we feel
took some earthen clay
that dream and life congeal
in some blessed way
night skies o'er the world wide
await the fire of things
whether this, or the other side
we'll see what dawn will bring
come free of earthen wall
when winds shall speak as one
and endless warring calls
are at last undone
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