Airy dreams and watery schemes
Pale and fade in the reflected
Sunlight of your soul
Though totems and guardians
Are sometimes stationed
Along this wayward road
Their gaze is out and back
Along the path of former follies
That have no power here
For
Earth and Fire came together
On the day that we first met
My gently healing angel
Copyright r.b.franklin 18/09/07
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