Recall the velocity of our lives
while shapes and arrows aim high,
the low horizons remain like knives
keeping us grounded without deny
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We can believe we are always free,
yet in a moment the trappings of love
ask us when we might remember we
were once listening to the cooing dove.
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Speaks loud in wild and romantic tone
yet ascertains we might always know
that goodness and kind hearts have shown
our eyes will always with suggestion glow
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We shine afar in the knowledge of time
let memory become a soft reality
howsoever worlds might measure thyme
in season meant to sweeten liberty
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We have traversed so often our world
with wonder at the beauty surround
taking steps ahead that sometimes twirled
in the sheltered twines drawn around.
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Know that in peace I reflect upon you,
given opportunity to suggest a free
notion pops me into the vacant blue
to give sweet solace in time’s decree.
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I do recall simple soft, the beauty when there,
timid lights of mystery, your mystique I swear.