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Subject: Live On In Our Dreams

Author:
Gunslinger

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Date Posted: 09:04:58 04/22/02 Mon
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The rain against my window-
Is a melancholy sound�
My book is growing boring,
And the one escape I�ve found-

Is take out a pad and pencil-
Put on the coffee pot,
Then let my mind soar backward
To the places I am not.

I think of Army barracks-
Over thirty years ago�
The muggy heat of jungles,
Of the mountains capped with snow.

Hari Krishna�s chanting-
At the airport in LA�
While comrades, dear, were dying-
More than half a world away.

I recall the coffee brewing-
On an Arizona morn�
Feeding horses, then we�d saddle-
Long before the sun was born.

The years out on the highway,
I knew they could not last.
Searching for some Holy Grail
And running from my past.

Heartbreaks, grief an anger-
Were what I left behind-
Mere mortals never can compete-
With visions of the mind.

Loneliness, and aging-
I guess go hand in hand.
For every dreamer that I know-
Wound up a lonely man.

Too late to change our courses-
No matter how we scheme,
So, I suppose our portion,
Is to live on in our dreams.

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