“Reflection”
Outside the rain falls
Inside the floor is cold
I wonder about the summer breeze
And the warmth that it does hold
From waking dawn
To pitch black sleep
The screaming dogs nip at my feet
The trail fades
The light is dim
The slender man he calls again
I will reach back and hold my heart
For it is anchored in all that’s seen
And what is left and yet to grow
It holds the key and shoulders none
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