Remember when you awoke, and walls of conscience hit?
repeating: “The sun will shed it’s gold before I fall back into it”.
Just enough providence to inner light energize,
Savour moments, fuel wit’s engines, and rise.
Saying you’ll atop the well of shallowness sit,
Guarding the essence, the truth’s every bit,
Few things to realize, few tethers to slit,
And those eyes for new realms will be fit.
Remember the moment when beams were so young,
To soil they caressed we’d seeds of life flung.
You said: “I hope we will forever by those heeling rays be stung.”
Believing that no darkness, no veil will be hung,
Between us and the source who’s bells we have rung.
Changing as the Earth beneath us on it’s dark course flies,
Live led by the wisdom in songs about future sung.
Transcend torments, fuel mind’s turbines, and rise.
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