here comes the spirit of grace
alive in the beautiful face of the gray
stirring wind
alive with moments that begin
with a kiss
and the new wisdom
i had to trust a
neverending dream
i am the never
it seems
a photograph that lives
i can feel it now
enter the present
somehow
from deep inside
moments
left unspent
that downgrade
the present
what is the past for me
is the now for some
i re-fight battles
already won
the death
of the old
supercedes
the story being told
and somewhere
there remains
a grain of faith
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