Lullabye Of The Pines
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You told me once that you liked my poetry. Said it sounded beautiful. I'm glad; you always made me feel beautiful, you know, and if I could give you back even a fraction of that glowing perfect you let me feel then I can be happy.
For once, not something dark and twisted, no shadows, no cruelty, no cold words or half-hinted teasing. This time I am writing just for you, only for you, something I have wanted to do for various reasons and at various times in the past. It's only now that it has come together.
Consider this one more moment of the truth I'm not quite sober enough to hide, not quite able to keep locked away behind lips that so often shut just when I would most like to speak.
So this is those moments, those little truths, things I will deny and explain away and forget. But it's here.
Lullabye of the Pines
Pine trees grow tall, my love, pine trees grow tall
Under the pines, love, where wild owls call
Under the pines, love, young bear cubs lay still
Fox kits all slumber in dens in the hill
Willow trees sway, my love, willow trees bend
Sheltering us, love, from heat the sun sends
Sheltering us, love, just us and the birds
We, like the foxes will sleep undisturbed
Mountains range wide, my love, mountains range wide
Crossing the sky, love, while you're at my side
Crossing the sky, love, blue held up by brown
Someday we'll go there, and make our own town
Timeless we are, my love, lost in our dreams
Moments we live, love, each endless it seems
Moments we live, love, and treasure each one
We are forever, our life never done
Pine trees grow tall, my love, pine trees grow strong
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Distant we seem, love, believe me, that's wrong
Distant we seem, love, but here we both stand
This song is a promise, my hand in your hand
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