I am yes, and you are no,
and between the two, we both might show,
how man can dream his dream so well,
and find the magic within the spell.
For if you’re dark, or if you’re light,
we’ve all been blessed with gifts of sight.
And though some appear as if not to see,
the affliction is naught but temporary.
So faith must be the chosen chore,
If error is to exist no more.
Heed these words and you will find,
the prize awaits the dreaming mind.
Copyright (C) MMIV (2004)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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