THE HOLMES MYTHOS
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Our Song
Lifting the cup of sorrows to light,
Washing the wind in a dream,
I sally forth days in a fog
Mountains rise to be seen
I wash the gardens of lotus desire
Spinning the gold weeping care
I bathe the god of loveliness home
Treading where love only dares
I swim the rivers of peace these days
I walk the valley of souls
Stepping beyond cool runners grace
Existing as life’s simple goal
I toss the collection of deep hollow calls
Surrendering hearts only seem
I gather the charms of soft lovely worlds
Longing for cool waters deep
I draw on the lever that turns the world
Fashioning forth in a dance
I watch the sacred cry in the night
Softly remembering by glance
I march the sky, on soft summer nights
Wandering the heavens in blue
I hold the anchor of hope in my heart
Saved for only us two.