In the land
of hope
I will wait
Where the
grass is green
And trees can
never be seen
From the
broken dreams
A hotel is
built
Where people
come and people go
And I'll wait
for the time you'll be at the door
But I know
time is of an envy
And I have
for myself a mountain of duty
To be paid,
to be cherished,
Before the
dead, before they perished
So in privy
prairie I rest my soul
Where the
wind is kind enough
Playing me
music in times of rough
Until the sun
shines in gold
Until the
moon splits in two
Until the
flowers bloom in June
Until it
snows in December
Until you are
finally here
But even then
it may be too late
For bliss is
the music
For peace is
the poetry
For windy is
the privy prairie
As they have
always been with me
In the past,
present and eternity
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originally
published on 27 Aug 2010
and these
days, the music has stopped,
and Lu'Lu'u
wal marjan has appeared at the door,
and this
Prairie will see seeds,
planted to
become trees.