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by Mary King

the night flings white flowers
into the sea
as we dance to the sound
of starlings in flight
somewhere there are souls
who would die to be free
to swim the moonlight path
to tomorrow

the forest is dark
with thousands of lies
and a wolf wait behind
the young girl’s sweet smile
our own lighted windows
laugh at the night
when we look out we see
only ourselves

the sea meets the sky
in a million red sunsets
kaleidoscope flowers
fade into the night
the wind in the trees
sings a strange lullaby
and we run from the daylight
before it can find us

Copyright © 2005 by Mary King

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