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.