The horizon will be missed Elaborate grace in love with spectrum Gentle rain, gift of the sane Now I know I am truly alive The score, the strength of the sun Overwhelming the conscious We are all little snap-shots The beauty, the love, the creation I Shake hands with a stranger A never ending dream or reality I can't tell the difference Take me up to the clouds Let me lay down I can hold the tide and moon in my palm I hear it roll, and roll over I fix my attention to a season Pure silence, realizing my obsession With purity, a lost art Reality without image or reason Third wish, to absorb such tranquility The kingdom is within The hand of grace, the heart, the soul... Forgotten as quick, as sensed
Reason for writing:
Reason is simple reflection...
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