Keeping the blue dark as fate...a wish...an oath...

Keeping the blue dark as his fate
he went out early
And stood right there on the road
A scabbard without sword
Hanging like a shine
From his waist
And he thought
'Life is Big Time...and it is never a waste...'

Keeping the silence lovely
On his lips
And eyes filled with theos unrisen but glowing within
With utmost sincerity
he stood on the road
With a dream of a happy country boat...
Tempered...
Withered...
Weathering done
By storm, rain, hurricane and the Sun...

Keeping the smell of flowers just on wake
he a dawn into him thought to take...
And put his hands and heart
On an
Oath...

Keeping faith on the bluest of the blue
he took off the road
To meet Her
with whom he had thought to sew
his every part...

he thought never to depart...
he thought always to touch hearts...
he thought always to depart...

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