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*THE DRIFTER*

The falling stars sing back to me in the voice of one I have lost

Too long vanished to remember more than a shadowed face and touch


Looking back over the road brings me only fatigue

I the lonely traveler weave tapestry between my fingers

If I catch them, will the stars become diamonds for me?

How many masks might I create from a single ball of twine?

The way before me has never been clearer

The voice of one I have lost echoes in the shadows

Twilight stretches lingering arms above the horizon

The miles beyond my feet cannot be longer still

Than the length of road I have already walked today

In dreams I find you

In sleep I hold you

Forgetfulness never comes

Your song shall not be silent


- A poem taken from Red River 'Secession', Chapter 34.

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