somewhere in the Spirit
somewhere in a palm
we were singing the same song
we didn't sing out loud
we kept it in silence
lost in a prayer
deep inside our souls
the miles we've spent together
can only be known
by the calendars we've turned
your pretty face
and my not always amusing
sense of humor
had a way of bringing this here hour
leaves me chanting
Ghosts of romance
dance away the hours
spin back our youth
to the time of days
where our love stays rich & enduring
sometime when the trees
shake off her leaves
the days get colder
the fall will bring on another Winter
will share the same home
and share the same bed
and share the same heart
California August 20 2002
Anthony Morningstar
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