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A mist lies soft as smoke upon the ground,

a white shroud upon my Ireland dear…

your voice trav’ling sweetly where dreams abound,

where I lie sleeping, thoughts finally clear.

I dream that we are married together,

that we have grown so familiar and fond…

if I try hard to pretend there’s nice weather

I’ll believe that we still share this deep bond.

The silence means so much, so do my tears,

a life made sweeter still for the sadness.

If we can just survive the miles and years

we can escape life’s compelling madness.

I lie in your forest twilight, so hushed…

my soul trapped, heart stilled and warm body crushed.