Here the night comes through the trees
Hear the night blows through the trees
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Gently knocking on a window pane
Rustling bedroom curtains
Caressing bedroom linen
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Tiny little quakes
Dreams invite the night
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The sun won’t need to know
No one needs to know
‘Till the dawn chases
Night back passed the trees

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Walking Lascaux

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six feet tall and rising

I am so much taller than my past
I’m so taller than the shadows it casts
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many have had  opinions on what I should be
many have an opinions on whats right for me.
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I am so much taller than my past
I’m so taller than the shadows it casts.
because I follow my own opinions
of whom I am to be.

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Walking-  metallic Lascaux (a revision)

I’ll hoist you over

my tall shoulders

that you look over

when your a step behind.

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levitate

reverberate

above the leafy canopy

before gravity

pulls down gingerly

now I’m right behind

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as I look over

your tall shoulders

you host me over

we do it over and over

as two tumble long.

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cruel beast with silent horns

you’ve ripped and you’ve torn

In a short life forsaken

a young life you’ve taken

everything you’ve taken

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You can’t take the inspiring

life affirming, caring, smiling

impacting memories

carried by so many

you can’t take her legacy

you can’t take our memories.

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Cruel beast of darken mass

you cant move as fast

as a young life’s impact

so stay in the past

and we’ll keep our memories

and she will keep her legacy.

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for our friend, Denise.
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