Changeover At times the winds change, Swooping low with soft blows And before you know The journey you go is slowed, Then falls the rain, with Whispers calling to rearrange; I was alone, Lonely without him Like the fight within The flame within Had dimmed, Helpless and afraid In a glum wintry landscape Reminiscing, rewinding The memories we made The sweet game we played. In the cold and crisp and stark We made home, we made fire Took in a tree Lit the dark And spiritually Journeyed Each and every piece Of our sensuality, Guided by the stars, Wise from the scars In our hearts, Rosy, warm and charged On the premise That harmony will flow After each renewal, Each intoxicating high, And each sobering low.
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