Sometimes
The quietness of my steps
Is all I need
In the solitude of me
But
Today
Is different
Today
It's the wind
Who is
Tugging at my soul
Setting me in
An impetuous mood
Where my spirit
Out rules my reasoning
And where
My heart is free and in love
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the Highwayman came riding, riding ...
The Highwayman A. Noyes
The Highwayman, L. McKennitt
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