Sighs sweep the legends forward
Cries of the deep mind dying
The stage dismantled
Slowly leaving the documented
To the end I cling to thee
For dreams are seldom heavenly
The shattered earth is what we know
I too am a guilty dreamer
Come toward me once again
Bring your son, bring your friend
Journey with noble intent
Teach me to let it all go
Such a lusty man I am
Lift your dress for I am deep
Talk of God and of light
I want to believe
Walk with me toward the stars
Never pretentious
Aware of our precarious path
Some how hopeful still within reach
Searching like Jacob
Awakened like the prodigal son
I have laid in many arms
I have scowled and ran
Now I seek a deep love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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