Do you remember? She asks
You wrote about
A lamp-lit garden
The lamp was the lamp
Of your front door
That lamp was how I found you
On those summer nights
It was within the halo of that light
That we got to know each other
But that was not a lucid dream
That was your lucid life
You were a little boy
Now you are almost seventy
It took all those years
For me to find you But now
The front porch lamp is your heart
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