Long Past
Who came with the light to spirit you away?
Was it your father?
My father?
Your sister or mother?
I loved the dream you sent
I'm sure it was you taking me back to my childhood.
Sunshine through the trees,
The feeling that I sould fly.
Such kind reassurance.
Will you come
When it's my turn to see the light?
I hope you do,
So I won't be afraid.
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