Crisp waters as morning fog rises
With the sun of today reflecting
On memories of my progeny
All awaiting for something
I wish I knew

All the voices echo through the
Canyons like electric pulses
Stimulating stillness internally
Rising like rainbows rippling
The supltley in today

Yesterday is galling from burden
Bare on my skin, musty and old
Now black green checkered balm
Sifting sand in aging hands
Motionless in this matrix

Garland's ecapitulation urges
For our tenure is not over
And our ghosts free to explore
The universal trianglation
Of punctual exquisiteness

Journeymen under it's aegus
Both net and rod as one ecapes
Into the dark of unknown waves
and something too complex
To measure in fathoms

Do you miss home
Long across the ocean
To where the pines are tall
And Autumn makes you feel like
You are dying alone
Feeling the warmth in your bones
Dream of love and laughter
Or does it freeze the colours
Of your soul

Written by Breedlove
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