You and I sitting on the porch,
Apparently, two but one in soul, you and I
You and I, with the garden's beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.













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*~When the rich assemble to concern themselves with the buesiness of the poor it is called charity. When the poor assemble themselves with the busness of the rich it is called anarchy~* Paul Richard
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