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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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