he speaks in
whispers like a soft breath
caressing your cheek
in perfect rhythm
to the light of a
summer’s day
we know, we see, we
hear
and yet we think it
is an illusion
the message of the
eternal one
the mind of the
whole universe
where we find our
aspirations
amongst the
daydreams of childhood
we can still get
there from here
if only we allow the
joy in our hearts
to be expressed with
songs of tomorrow
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