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you are there,
you will be there
when the skies darken,
when the lightning strikes,
the sacred ground
around me,
when all seems lost
to me,
tell me
that the things I see are
mere shadows
ghosts
of what is real
tell me
i am not alone,
i see your face,
feel your warmth,
across the years
I can feel your body
warm,
yielding,
against mine
never be lost
to me
ever,
never,
again
jack barnosky