The sky at night
the stars dimly lit
We look at them
they observe us
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Each an enigma
a marvel of the cosmos
the fuel of life
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The stars
from where dreams are born
The Fuel of Life
Our Mystical Friend
Little deer
with you at our side
we are gentle
not defined by our pride
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You help us
be true and kind
to be sensitive
not blind
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You give us intuition
to see clearly
without the fog that
muddles the weary
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We have your innocence
to see the world as a child
with openness and wonder
with a little mix of the wild
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Our mystical friend
the little deer
with you beside us
we have no fear
The Four Seasons
The four seasons
our moods
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Spring
hope for the new dawn of light
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Summer
basking in the glorious light
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Autumn
the slow spiral downward towards darkness
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Winter
the feeling of the cold chill of darkness
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Then a new year
the cycle begins afresh
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Whilst we wish for perpetual summer
The Two Doors
There are two doors
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The left door leads to darkness
The right door leads to light
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In the past I have mostly gone left
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Now I’m trying to mostly go right
Born
Sitting back
Relaxing
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The thoughts flow
Words come and go
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If I’m lucky I catch a few
And a poem is born
Sight
When uncertainty looms
and the fog descends
It’s difficult to see
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We need to be true to ourselves
True to others
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For then we will have sight
It’s Us
What will get us through this
It’s us
The people
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Not the government
Not the media
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It’s the communities
It’s families
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It’s us
