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A Star to Fall Across the Night
for all my friends all over the world
A screen house under an apricot tree
In the summer of 1965
Was where my being first occurred to me
It was there I began to feel alive
As my own existential entity
And there on my own in that house of screen
Where I was alone to know what I mean
I began to think using my own mind
Of so little known and so much unknown
And so much I would have to leave behind
But all I knew then was time would come when
I would remember June in September
After the summer then after the fall
When the tree was cut down in December
That I would still be me then after all
And so it is and so I am as I
Am counting the rings of life passing by
Those times around the sun I understood
Now in December as I remember
My turn and my return for my own good
Whoever I am I have always been
Around and around and yet always me
And whoever I am I know will be
As I was in June so in December
And now as then and so around again
Till turning shall cease and the wheel release
My turning to the burning of the light
After December then as an ember
You remember when my being at peace
Occurs as a star to fall across the night
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMXI
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~Steven~
enough to want to catch
your falling star
Lady Vivian