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The Tumbling Light
In the deep, deep dark, my brain flashes sight
-of a garden in a forest
-where the trees sway in chorus
-dropping tiny stars that flouresce
and Ideas that hide in shadows reach to catch
one tumbling light.
They merge and link in combination, prodding Man’s imagination
to write on tapestry weaved from birth all dreams and hopes thus far.
So if in Life his pen runs inkless, he can read how unrelinquished
he once held his dreams extinctless blinks of tumbling stars.
For their divine inspiration is the heat that flames creation
into making Man cross silvern stars which span the Heaven’s breach
and from their brink back cosmic reach his hand outstretched with truth
to teach: “To settle not for what you see but to envision what can be.”
Once launched, they glint and glimmer, these Ideas now spectral hot,
-poking free the mind’s detention
-prompting Fate’s proclaim to mention
-that Ideas cause Man’s ascension
not his status, wealth or money, nor his claims of things he’s got.
Namyh
In the deep, deep dark, my brain flashes sight
-of a garden in a forest
-where the trees sway in chorus
-dropping tiny stars that flouresce
and Ideas that hide in shadows reach to catch
one tumbling light.
They merge and link in combination, prodding Man’s imagination
to write on tapestry weaved from birth all dreams and hopes thus far.
So if in Life his pen runs inkless, he can read how unrelinquished
he once held his dreams extinctless blinks of tumbling stars.
For their divine inspiration is the heat that flames creation
into making Man cross silvern stars which span the Heaven’s breach
and from their brink back cosmic reach his hand outstretched with truth
to teach: “To settle not for what you see but to envision what can be.”
Once launched, they glint and glimmer, these Ideas now spectral hot,
-poking free the mind’s detention
-prompting Fate’s proclaim to mention
-that Ideas cause Man’s ascension
not his status, wealth or money, nor his claims of things he’s got.
Namyh
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