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  • Earth plays with the soul flint as i think i might be the striker to flame
    distantce drifts with smoke
    imagining what was the original spark
    Cast among heavens been,
    the way the day calls out it's own age
    dance leaves
    dance trees
    dance mountains
    dance earth
    for what may never be past the last shape of love's breeze
    creations terminus
    endless heart
    beyond mother sea

    our hands
    burn inside the night of all of our souls

    The hands of our fathers
    voices of our mothers
    across life's fold

    the way it was
    the beginnings
    the ends
    the calling
    without taking sides

    what were we but ash when we left our hearts that were promised the skies
    what were we but confined dust when we forgot the gift of air, we once freely breathed
    what were we when we called day night
    what was it we held when light learned to become dark
    what was it when you burned past the heat of smoke

    if you can tell me
    hold my dreams
    touch the memory
    re-believe the deep lessons
    retrieve the hollow open soul
    retouch the burning living sky
    i'll wait for you to retell me please, of hope

    So, I pause..

    myself , me eyes
    my family
    my history
    as i take part in the sky of the eternal wave
    another step along the paths of the Souls
    The chance
    the elemental
    the mountains through the trees....

    come dark
    come light
    come nothing with Everything
    Come what may follow
    come the endless toll
    come everything that made us flames
    come the love from remembering what it meant to breathe, to weep, to see what the beginning meant at the ending......

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