Lake Morena from Hiker Midnight by Tim Cameron

In my dream, we are circling high
In a bright moonlit sky above Lake Morena
Gazing down at the wandering forest of lights
Leaving up through the spring, to reach for the border

Where the north wind blows over the hills
To trouble us under the covers
In our bed of earth
As deep as a word breathed by the gentlest lover

Up and up, till the weight falls away
You are so far ahead, we’re speaking in echoes
I was tangled into the roots of my pain
But now I’m nothing at all;
The moon on the meadow

Where the north wind blows over us still
A heaven we both dream together

TRUMPET

Wake up
Before I tickle your ear
We made it, my love
I don't know how, but we're here
Though the desert is cold,
Don't want to wait for the sun
So pick up your sticks
Honey, there's two thousand, six hundred deeds to be done

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