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As I wander aimlessly through endless fields of wheat
I have lost many things in my great journey--
the dark nights of fierce passion have been spent,
all the subtle touches have slowly faded
and the loving looks have passed into memory.
But the impressions that they have left on me,
will last longer than heavens brightest lanterns.
As I am sitting by the slow moving creek,
I run my hands through the tall grass and
fondly ponder these possessions.
They have become my northern star,
my last compass to you--a timeless keepsake,
comfortable and weathered from careful touch.
I am determined to keep it close to me,
and let its needle sway close to my heart.
If I am to wonder the great hills,
I will only see your curves in their slope.
If I am to climb the tallest mountains,
I will imagine the supple peaks of your breasts.
If I am to swim the seas and everlong oceans,
I will remember the endless reflection of your eyes
and feel every tear that you have shed
as I slowly tread the reaches of your soul.
A sudden twitch of the loose needle by my heart
reminds me that the way I will take
on this roundabout path back to you
is not as clear as the one that we walked together.
And it reminds me, that there is only one
who I care to find now.
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