David Coyote’s Den Presents Be The Blue Sky This Time At Midnight Slides advance automatically, or by clicking anywhere on the screen.

Don’t forget. Remember these: the smell and sound and feel of endless rolling waves, sand on golden beaches, breeze; wood smoke; sudden rain; hot summer streets.

Don’t forget. tender woven leaves, passion's secret forests, green promises holding hands; sing-song head-strong scraped knees; all the broken toys and happy hug-me kisses.

Don't forget cold morning air on silent silver lakes; first bird-songs of the morning; games children play into sunset, lives, mid-heaven, never setting, innocence run wild as wind, wishes for forever-after.

Don't forget how bright the light when sunrise comes upon the earth to wrap life in magic forms. Then come the storms, and sometimes tears. Guarded whispered voices; memories of empty beds where someone slept.

Don't forget. Who'll smile away fears of being left alone, tears; what hand reaches out in prayers, mommy - daddy, forever somewhere else; when I must go please bless everyone around this fire.

Don't forget. What love does to life is what time does to mountains, pressed into clouded skies, pulled down to fields of flowers at their feet; too sweet the taste of love to linger.

Don't forget. Now mute; too many words. Not knowing, overcome with love; reluctant to leave the songs of birds to join the sand on golden beaches. When I must go, be the blue sky this time at midnight.

Don't forget.

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