Gone, gone, gone
(fallen away, fallen away)
twist’en farther from the plumb
(fallen away, fallen away)
thar’s hope in the light
(fallen away, fallen away)
twist’en for to be a broken bow
shoot’en short and nary a able to go
onward, still reach’en forward
(fallen away, fallen away)
Whar’s the one who called before
that crystal voice of purest song
spill’en love’s sweet creation on the land
heal’en all, heal’en all that’s
fallen away
stars he’ll come again
burn’en oceans away in grace
sure he’ll come with perfect plumb
and spin eternal weave of all
bound in all and all and all
Beautiful.
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Cheers! Thx fellow.
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Wonderful Poetry. I wish I could do what Blake is "thinking" of, Just get in a vehicle and go……
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