March 14, 2003
The crystal waters trickle slow
down the mountain’s jagged slopes
the rocky soil drinks its flow
causing wild flowers to grow
The rings of starlight bind the wrists
of he whose hands are clenched as fists
who hides himself within the mists
and tries to be apart from this
No longer will these tears of yours
roll down your cheeks to hit the floor
and haunt these eyes from which they pour
and conceal you behind their doors
For in the shadows whispering
stand beings of light, shimmering
and everyone who hears them sing
shall pass out of this land of streams
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