ENCYCLOPEDIA UTOPIA

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You and I grow up

A world apart

As seed from the same and happy tree

You and I are friends

You and I are foes

Known well

Feared much

You and I are little more than strangers on our path

I think of those who left their mark upon my days

My nights

My every afternoon

My mornings bright

From infancy

Through childhood

From youth

To years and more I think of you

The you I love

The you I fight with

Care for

Laugh with

Loath

Who plays with joy

Who makes me cry

I am myself with you as nature is with air and weathered eye

I think of you in field of wheat with love and summer sun

More love to give than drops that fill the ocean deep

Than all the grains of sand on every windswept beach

I think of you and more I feel for you this day

In time: far further than the moon to step by step

My moments from the past

My present love and life

The all I am is made of you

The you who is no more to touch

No more to be beside my hope

My pain

Yet here, inside my spirit

As real and present now:

My ever every passing moment with your life your lives remain