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Night rings like a bell upon the sleeping fields.
As the bare branch of the black oak
beseeches an opalescent sky,
just so tender, dark, and dear,
Love lays siege to this startled heart.
Light! Let there be light!
Promise me warm days dancing into summer,
laughter in a haystack,
youth renewed,
and thoughtless moments,
dreaming time not spent, or earned, or passed –
one golden moment,
time turned upside down –
Hope beyond reason, beyond doubt –
Oh, let us taste
Love’s sweet eternal song.
-- a gift from Alice, December 2001
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