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SUMMERWINDSIf only I could love againBreathe in againThe sweet smellingblind unconsciousnessof youth and springIf only I could singagainLive half completeIn every momentsexpectationKnowingAll of life itselfwas still aheadHow less than deadThe rest of all therest would seemIf only I could dreamagainTHE PARABLEHow easy it is to sharenothing with nothingHoping something will finally come of itWhile the anythingof who were areWanders here and there and everywhere Beyond all despairing parablesYet blinded stilland mystifiedBy sacrificeAnd the unconditionalunrelentingDemands of loveMOONGLOWWe live in the immediacyof stifled dreams,Discarded loves that circle the moonIn the dead of winters benalityThe long ride home,a safeway houseNot far from SpringAnd a heartbeat away from reality. SOULMATESTrue loveneeds only silence. No words to speak,,,No need to whispercheek to cheek,For everythingthat others might not understandIs understoodemphaticallyWith just one look:One glancewithin a crowded roomOr far from home,Each talks to each incessantlyAnd not alone.