wounded, my horse carries me home to thee
upon night-lit trailings, parted.
becalmed, each leans to lee;
on yards, sailors started
to draft such sights.
there I have seen some northern lights.
aye, then how this dream here beckons to you,
asleep, darkened hallways calling
‘fore dawn prisms morn’s dew.
witness last star falling;
aflames your skies
where I have seen some northern lights.
beyond distant hollow, steed’s in pasture
standing to west; knowing of me
when a thought was last sure.
how I lost; out at sea,
hear your breath-sighs
and I have seen those northern lights
in your eyes.
Gypsy Souled Gal 
wounded, my horse carries me home to thee
upon night-lit trailings, parted.
becalmed, each leans to lee;
on yards, sailors started
to draft such sights.
there I have seen some northern lights.
aye, then how this dream here beckons to you,
asleep, darkened hallways calling
‘fore dawn prisms morn’s dew.
witness last star falling;
aflames your skies
where I have seen some northern lights.
beyond distant hollow, steed’s in pasture
standing to west; knowing of me
when a thought was last sure.
how I lost; out at sea,
hear your breath-sighs
and I have seen those northern lights
in your eyes.
Serf r-
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That is lovely!
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I am sorry, I forgot to thank you.
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It’s no problem at all! ☺ I hope you have a wonderful day!
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