Hymn to Tomales

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Have you walked here? And if so, where that makes your eyes so blue and fair?	Have you dreamed here? And if so, what, to open wide while others shut?	Have you looked here? And if so, why? To taste the blueing of the sky?

I've walked these hills from here to there to see the lions in their lair.	I've dreamed such clouds - they're formed like that: egrets' feathers in Tomales' hat.	I've looked in vain, discovering why life's fine treasures you cannot buy.

Have you loved here? And if so, who? A nameless face whom you once knew?	Can someone love soneome unkown? And if so how is such love shown?	I'll love with one whose soul is here. Tide is falling, time is dear.