The Outsider

For Nick Drake.

I can hear the wind whistling through the trees

as the leaves sway softly in the indigo glow
So I follow the footsteps through the frost jeweled fields
where you left us so many years ago, the outsider

Though Winter still withholds your secrets
I can see the pink moon rising through the gloom
I know nothing but the gentle heartbeat of Nature
illuminating memories of a golden dusk

I can feel the fuchsia flowers beneath me
rising from the dew in their fragile beauty
So I remain where the heart is kind
listening to the songs from so many years ago

I am the outsider

The End

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