Aye....I dream

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Aye...I dream by Darmok 12/28/01 Aye, ...I dream of home, in every morn that I wake, and smell the day about to play, she sends me her song in the wind or’e the grass of golden hay. In the willow’s by the brooks, she whispers from afar. There waits a homeland far from here, where a pot of stew and a pint awaits my cheer. Aye, ... I dream of home, in every stream and brook that babbles me to sleep, and takes me there upon wings of night, home embraced, this dream I keep. In every lilly and wild flower groves, there be her face, and scent of cloves. And when I pass a field o’green, clover and emeralds, her eyes I've seen. Aye,... I dream of home, and long for her, in dreams like these I cry, a heartache longing, silent... deepend sigh. Written December 28th, 2001 © on Jan 14 2002 11:59 AM PST, Darmok 0 • 8

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