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REALIZATION

I have heard the baby cry
I have touched the night sky
In the dark
When the silence is broken
By the cry

I don't think that it was a baby
Now looking back
Though the silence was broken
By a cry

It was a man
I'm sorry
It was a man
And in the dark
Under the night sky
I watched him die

Like the sound of a baby's cry
Trailing off into the distance
A child's voice on the wind
He died
I watched
And could do nothing.

Christopher R.W.


AN ODE TO BRUCE COSGROVE

The good song is sung by the fire
Or at the table amongst friends

A warm glow comes with the heat
And the sound of words written
From the heart
Years past
Set in song

It is a comfort to hear
Over a bottle of fine wine
And a hearty meal
In the soft light of candles
With companions who care
For the good things
That bring a happiness
Which is life

Christopher R.W

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