I woke at three
I woke at four
Maybe I woke at even more
I woke at five
And my heart was overflowing
So I poured that love away
I used it to water my heart
who is far away
She heard my overflow
And answered for a while
An oasis of passion in the desert
Flowers bloom
But now we men....
We men gather to say farewell
Some of us will meet again....
And renew this sweet soul touch
Some of us will never meet again
But we will remember
How could we forget?
Each soul is a shining light that draws us in.
And I.... I..... I will remember.
© Ian Croft December 2018
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