Towards, the sunset I drift,
Sliding into the light,
Fading into the shadows,
Quietly out of sight,
Bold only when needs do arise,
Shyly the peace I seek,
I want to revive in the twilight,
Were I can expose and be meek,
Too long I have pushed to my limits,
I need that soft place to fall,
The mountains and woods look inviting,
And to my lost soul, they do call,
I long for a quit surrounding,
To sit in a field , a wheat sea,
Stare up at the clouds high above me,
Uncover my thoughts, and be free,
To float in a spring, a pool of blue tears,
To climb to the top tree,
To dance on a hillside, to feel the earths breath,
Fall, into myself, to be me.
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