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you were afraid of the dark
I whispered hushing you to sleep. 
I gently promised you 
I would stay until dawn. 
I did exactly what I said 
you awakened as I was slipping out the door
with adoration and fear in your eyes 
I waited a moment hoping you'd ask me to stay
then the moment was gone
the years have gone by at a accelerated pace
and I find Myself alone in a mountain meadow
mind racing through time 
in the dead of silence I hear the tears of flowers
buried deep within the past
dormant and resting in fits
waiting for just a word to burst forth
that will never come