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She calls to me when I am away from her,

Through the air, upon the mists,

As night coils round tree trunks

Like an ancient serpent from a dusty tome,

And a thousand stars point the way,

Like mystic twinkling hands

In random fire-side blinking,

I follow the trail of dreams

Left behind by Seers and Sages,

They wandered near,

And traveled far…

© Paul Hegginson 2011-2012