my winter rain,
my deep-blue sky,
my summer thunder high above the cityscape,
my horizon line
where day meets night and stars are hid away
from sight,
my sierra wind, my aloe thorn,
my deepest fear and dearest wish and sweetest dream till now unborn,
my wildest horse huge with fawn
galloping through the dewy morn,
my careless laughter high and free,
my shaking frame, my afterwards,
my sacred name and my
hallowed words,
my candle flame,
my secret prayer,
my failing aim,
my aching shame washed away,
my moon by night and my warmth by day,
my noontime stroll where the children play,
my park bench drenched in soaking rain,
my Frisbee game in willow shade,
my fading pictures of the wars they made,
my inner peace,
my private ache,
my bell that tolls over hill and vale,
my graceful swan on silent lake,
my snowflakes light and white and pale,
my tales untold,
my pride on hold,
my teary eyes on a cold, cold night,
my frosty breath,
my impending death,
my endless search through blurry sight.

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