Once spun,The silken thread of all our aspirationsRemains intact,It can never be broken.
Every new dayOur children's joy is as fresh as roses,Even the birds chatter at dawn.
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.
The light needs only our trustAnd, of course, the darknessTo work its eternal alchemy.
The gilded spiralOf longings within.Our very own cathedralThat points persistently to heaven.
For every moment of suffering,Others will arriveThat will instead pierce you with joy.
Be brave enough to never yearnFor that you cannot hold closeIn your heart forever.Tread lightly, cherish compassionAnd live in the moment without fear.
A hallowed frequency withinThat, even in your darkest hour,You can always turn 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 knew such a woman once,She gave me everything.Her love like a soft riot singing,She knew how to shine.
The searing light of morningAsks unwelcome questions,Fragile hopes soon blistered by daylight.
Where once there was a void,Now at least there are Seeds of splendour,Becalmed belief for another time.
Soothing the exhaustionIn my soul,So I can fall back skyward,Safe in your arms,And survive to dream again.
I am sad, like the hot dust on the streetsAnd the music of fresh fallen leavesCaught in a sliding summer breeze.
Nothing that truly mattersCan ever evaporate,Be excised,Burnt out of your soul.
Everyday can be extraordinaryAnd ripe,Like a flower burst,If the will is there.
Ultimately not one amongst usWill ever be denied that,The glimmer of a chance to shine.
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.
A stream of primal voicesWhispering in the breeze of your heartTo urge you on.
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