with dark ribbon waters weaving,
and ducks nestling in for the evening,
and the cloudy sky against your face.
have you seen where you have taken me,
through thick grasses and empty streets,
down to where the hands of the river meet
the smooth of your palm and shivering sand.
the cold is not too with us yet,
let the balmy air of autumn wash us,
pray the virtuous strings of reason guide us,
let us be awake and warm without regret.
could you welcome me into your wondrous home
as you first did so many stars ago
and when another summer passes we'll know
to be in love, or be alone.
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