I don’t know why I turned away.
\nI come to Athens to be born.
\nThe angel of goodbye will play
\nThrough even Aristotle’s horn.<\/p>\n
I will appear up from the sea.
\nI am again borne by the tides.
\nWill she agree to marry me?
\nI like her wild, surprised green eyes.<\/p>\n
In soaking water I’ll be found.
\nMy river loves the water blue.
\nI drink this love in which I drown
\nForever swimming here with you.<\/p>\n
We surface and what do we find?
\nThat fairy hills are back alive.<\/p>\n
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(04-18-13<\/strong><\/span> I edited this today and changed some things. Threw out the original last stanza and closing two lines. They are here below. I’m gonna keep them around here on the blog post. If I ever make it into a musical song, I’ll need another stanza, and maybe another refrain.<\/em>)<\/p>\n You are the burning flame that rose I need to be outside with you. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I don’t know why I turned away. I come to Athens to be born. The angel of goodbye will play Through even Aristotle’s horn. I will appear up from the sea. I am again borne by the tides. Will she … Continue reading
\nBut we can only feel the nail.
\nWhen spring azaleas colors explode,
\nYour spirit opens the sacred trail.<\/p>\n
\nYou’re soaked with Sun and morning dew.<\/p>\n