Every new dayOur children's joy is as fresh as roses,Even the birds chatter at dawn.
Once spun,The silken thread of all our aspirationsRemains intact,It can never be broken.
We too can repair our cracks with goldAnd glow again.Crazed by life,More beautiful than ever before.
Be as audaciousAs you wish.By all means look to the heavens.
For every moment of suffering,Others will arriveThat will instead pierce you with joy.
I knew such a woman once,She gave me everything.Her love like a soft riot singing,She knew how to shine.
The light needs only our trustAnd, of course, the darknessTo work its eternal alchemy.
Nothing that truly mattersCan ever evaporate,Be excised,Burnt out of your soul.
A hallowed frequency withinThat, even in your darkest hour,You can always turn to.
Be brave enough to never yearnFor that you cannot hold closeIn your heart forever.Tread lightly, cherish compassionAnd live in the moment without fear.
The gilded spiralOf longings within.Our very own cathedralThat points persistently to heaven.
Ours was such a delicious risk.My being abruptly and altogetherEcstatic and be-stilled.
Everyday can be extraordinaryAnd ripe,Like a flower burst,If the will is there.
There can be no law of nature, no science,No aberrant infliction of human willThat unchained the soul cannot conquer,Simply sweep away, should it chose to.
And so we smile on,Feeding the truths we shareWith a union of our souls,Cathedral slaves of our passionWhich builds beauty amongst chaos.
I am sad, like the hot dust on the streetsAnd the music of fresh fallen leavesCaught in a sliding summer breeze.
The searing light of morningAsks unwelcome questions,Fragile hopes soon blistered by daylight.
A stream of primal voicesWhispering in the breeze of your heartTo urge you on.
Ultimately not one amongst usWill ever be denied that,The glimmer of a chance to shine.
Where once there was a void,Now at least there are Seeds of splendour,Becalmed belief for another time.
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