End of night we look for the day star to shine
And Just before dawn when the earth is calm
A Heavenly realm moved the stars in line
To share the magic and intrigue of dream.
Through the night comes the wind that blows
Love or sorrow to every corner of the planet
In all our conversation the intrigue shows
The depth of love we owe in deeds of regret.
I would rather do the work which gives honor
To God, than to talk about the deeds not done
For too much talking is empty words of horror
Those without good deeds have virtue undone.
A wishful intrigue has only a desire to work with
But a person with passion delivers more than gold,
A person can dream and reality brings forth
To stand with history where other giants stood.
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