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Friday, January 11, 2013

"Brooke"

way back when
a world so small
but every time I seen you
you've grown more tall
and every time I hear you
you have more say
in and out of woods, you wend your way
now - today
you've been so gone
busy getting off
or carrying on
suddenly alone in the woods, run through
I turn around lost -
and you
come running like a brook
wash down, little river
you babble like a brook,
your voice, musical like water, like a brook
wading in, wash my fever away
before I can pray,
you baptize me

like a brook
like a brooke

hey girl
I knew you when
I never had the first idea, back then
now every time my memory plays across
the face I'm seeing now -
what a long way off
from how
I once thought of you.
From trembling and sweet like grass blade dew,
to gushing forth clear, like a spring sprung, damn
to soak me where I stand, when you
come running like a brook
wash down, little river
you babble like a brook,
your voice musical like water, like a brook
wading in, wash my fever away
before I can pray,
you baptize me,

like a brook
like a brooke

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