coming through the whispered songs of secrets never told
you find a door now hidden where dark-fingered branches
lift like bridal lace from the threshold of Love's promise
come near it beckons from beyond the veil, come nearer
still to where the softest touch of kind words and
holier views crown your head with dreams and your
hopes with something brighter than the dawning of
tomorrow through the fragile fall of winter's kiss
and so you draw close to where the virgin blue of a
summer sky is painted on the canvas of your dreaming
where the scent of honeysuckle wafts from within
and the sound of swallows carve the night sky into
tomorrow's morning calm upon an endless placid lake
while smoke curls you into hibernation for just another
day of waiting
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