This morn, Dave, wrote this beautiful poem for me.

Thank you, Dave, it’s awesome like you!

Unmeasured, too deep mortal mark

Unfounded, passion’s grief
which sits on doorsteps of my soul
Foundlings that search for light in day
no eye to eye in search of glee
yet wanton passion’s grief My lover stroked thin gray hair
unable to abide in quandrous flare
Understand my heart does not
sit in peace but places spare devoid
not letting Grace declareYes my child please stroke my heart
to tinder what has died apart
but stands within the globe’s hard pound
fenced in by force, sweet hatred’s might,
that skin may burn in frenzied plight

My mind alone my soul?
Where is it this soul
that Grace declared
was God’s immortal thought

Starved the child that does not hold
that hand with eyes which guide
tween twixed and Never Never Land
unmeasured, too deep mortal mark

Written for kimmi from Dave
What’s playn’ on the CD: Mazzy Star

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