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Dream II

...for April

When night falls softly and the winds call your name, I dream... of walking, hand in hand, along mountain streams running clear and deep; hearing the calls of grouse and quail, feeling the gentle kiss of cedar-scented winds upon our faces... of lying, side by side, in meadows of alpine lily under gentle spring sun as flights of geese wing north, their calls sounding faintly in the winds... Of holding you, in my arms, as we lie by a campfire canopied by spruce and pine beneath the sparkling sky while coyotes sing in the quiet night... Of a home, snuggled deep within the forest, nestled against the flank of snow-capped mountains --of holding you, by the crackling fireplace, as snow falls softly in the night... January 10, 1975

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