Plough deep the furrow!
Cast across the night
The seeds of morning,
Propagate the Light!
Blessings
So fade the lilies, their miracle complete,
And all their baroque fantasies of form and scent
Now ghosts upon the ripened Summer air.
We lived their moment and that time was sweet.
Aidan Smith 1933 – 2004
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I have a homing instinct for the stars 
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