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In the quest for my hearts silence
I find shallow hills,
Murky waters
And empty flower sills.
The sun rises and falls
Beneath the empty sky.
As the coyote sits and wishes he could fly.
Castles beneath the sea,
Treasures buried deep
Wishes to prevail,
Send the wind to the sail.
Sour patches of despair,
Cast away your wicked stare;
Find me lying underneath,
Heavens door with no belief.
Open fields let freedom rein,
Sorrows pass and fade the pain.
Found in peace in waters way,
On the ocean, my soul shall stay
Love shall find me one sound day;
Love will find me in God’s own way


8/1/05