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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Warm Morning Light
[time] => 2002-12-07 03:30:00
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[bodytext] => we were young and knew nothing much
but we were ready to learn and we did through morning fields with the sun on our backs waist high in the yellow feathers, the horizon bright wandering the forest in the soft green places the sky blinking blue above us we roamed the brown paths, fields, moor and fen hoping under red sunsets for a wonderful tomorrow dreaming of forever in nights moonfilled and starbright adventures calling from every branch and stone, every stream, hillside and meadow and every living room took us in eyes all questions and hopes sky high it was a time of love without end and freedom too with nothing to disturb the endless search for the adventure of being, the feelings of fun and the dreams we knew could be real we did not see the adult world with eyes so true we wove a fantasy of dreams and wishes with no reality under our airy creations and so we fell to being older and it was then we saw the world clearer and at last could see we'd stepped through a hidden door and could go back no more the dreams were forgotten or felt as heavy weights behind the heart the world seemed to laugh at us and our wishes of freedom and what we'd learned from starlight but now on nights when the stars are clear and the moon lies still on shimmering water we feel the dreams still waiting still calling just beyond our fingertips and we smile across the years remembering those days of childhood and that warm morning light [comments] => 2 [counter] => 191 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Steeleyes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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