Reflections long poem

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Charmed by a witch in the days of the Knight Templars
Reflections in the dark, Reflections of the heart
and as the moon goes across the mountains here
I remember firelight and snowfall and an ivy covered
castle wall where the love of ages hasn’t lost its magic
since then and now again at all
Nothing much has changed but for the passin’ of time
like tiny grains of sand slippin’ through our hands
as the tide turns in a twisted sort of way but I believe
in the power of now and I still believe in miracles
Back through the blue crystal mirror like a ghost
in the fog of the night, on an ancient quest to a
different kind of world as hands move faster than
the speed of light I come finding you down by
silver swan pond when I needed you, you knew
I’d never be too long gone
And again as the moon goes across the mountains
I recall firelight and snowfall, Reflections in the dark
Reflections of the heart where the love of ages hasn’t
lost it’s magic at all and I still believe the magic now
I still believe in you somehow as in the days of the
Knights Templar’s Reflections, Reflections as they are.

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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