All the old, familiar signs
I was hoping, still to find
The weather easing
Ever shielded, by the pine
Out in front, I’m near behind
Heather even, either side
And tried, your path
Will ease our task, come spring
And in my head, you’re by the gate
But you won’t be there, as I come to the door
Out of sight though never far, from our thoughts
And in my head, you’re on the shore
With the waves at your feet, the wind in your hair
And in my dreams, you’re with the birds
As they take to the skies, and their song fills the air
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