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Song of the Omar

When the light creeps through the window

and you want to lay your head back onto the pillow,

listen for the sparrow that sings

Let its song of the morning

touch your soul

Remind your self

that you are as free

as this bird

Sing your song of being;

of sorrow;

of pain

Make verses of the fears and anxieties

that plague you

Sing; sing; sing, my love,

until your eyes tear

for that long of peace

Sing with the sparrow a prayer to Life

for strength to face

what comes your way

Sing in this,

your day

Now,

Hum, my darling,

till your breast boils with sound

Hum for Life to caress you;

comfort you; protect you

in this day of your aching

From your bowels to your toes

give sound to the sorrow of your soul

Tune the life

that is yours

Rise, my love,

let not sleep take your day:

Feel your brow;

the hair of your crown

Know, you are alive

in a new day

The universe leans in your direction

Believe Life will show you some affection

Nothing can chain your soul

Rise, my love,

Meet the day

The wind waits for you;

to touch; caress you

Rise, my love,

Hear the songs of Life around you

Then, listen gently and you will find

the sparrow that sings

this song

"My sadness is not more than me

Pain can not cripple me

I shall let nothing

hold me still

Life is flowing through me

Forgiving me my weakness

Comforting me through this pain

Life Loves me

As I am

Finds joy in me

as I am

And I am

'The Omar'"

Meet this day,

this, only you can do

Believe the sparrow

Make the song yours

The words are true

Life Gives Of Its Self to you,

the only you,

In All The Worlds

Of Its Self

Okay, which of you, MY MAN FRIENDS, wants to come with me to Cali and get married? I have no money. I can't sing. But, I'll hold you in my arms as we watch the sunset over the ocean. Then, we can do manly stuff, like hold hands, walking along the beach. At night, under the moonlight, I'll write poetry for you. Your love will be the candle by which I will see. Your kiss will be the taste that my lips will crave in the night. Your skin against mine will be the only blanket needed. As we sleep in each other's arms, we will be living a dream. Go west with me young man, for your heart is free. Its love can be expressed in nuptuals. Mister and mister we will be, as we dine with our friends Mrs and Mrs. It's great to be gay in Cali. Sun. Surf. Your kiss. Our love. Go west with me and make this old man's dreams real. I will write words of your beauty. I will bathe with you in bubbles. Place gold upon your finger. I will go west with you. I will marry you. I will love you.