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THE HOLMES MYTHOS

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Our Song 

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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. 

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