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In the quiet of chilled morning I can hear

the sounds of this land I love.

I cannot label each one;

they are the familiar voices of nature

I heard while yet in my mother's womb.

The patchwork of this world I know

covers and comforts me as the

hourglass fills. I know no other world.



Sometimes other winds beckon, and

quilted memories call me again

to pacific shores.

I light the candle you placed next

to my picture.

From my window I watch multi-colored

waterlights dance in japanese gardens,

knowing these things are as close

as I will ever be to the years

we were together.

But...I was much older then.



I try to put my emotions into words.

Sunlight trickles through grey skies.

Outside, birdsong is harmonious,

and butterflies tease the sparrows.

I know the dream I have purchased

came with a price, losing you;

a price I am willing to pay.