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How still this life of ours becomes
this joyous quiet silent scene
this plateau held in time
this tableau captured in a dream,

rest here on this your island
marooned with only me
for peace is all that’s needed
to complete this tranquil dream;

my pilgrim, breath this air
your days are restful now
nothing to weigh more heavy
than my hand upon your brow;

as your friend I stand protective
wishing to clasp this pause,
as your lover I fight your corner
always asking for much more!

suspend this moment fast in time
and navigate all hurt away
this dreamlike state, this voyage this journey,
how still this perfect scene…

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