She's guided others before
Been the shepherd
showing the way from the
stilted to the free
She says "It's simply like this
And nothing more
I'm sorry. It's hard."
Later, when night falls
I lean back; catch sight of the stars
Who ,I ask them ,would believe this stuff?
But there are only heavens here
and the soft winter's wind
approaching us, on all sides
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