Each Little Thing

Love is not the need of one alone
Oh no, it is an ever building dream
that never can be held or had by things
for it smothers in a grasp
yet builds in sighs of emerald skies
as a summer moon moves closer
to the fullness of the sun

It is a stream of light's reflection
that alters all with just a gentle touch
the one true power that clarifies
each image that it brings to life
just ask your soul
to tell its tales of becoming real
then listen for love's answer on the wind

at first, a muted whispering
but oh, when first it realizes
that we truly listen
its inspiration sings through everything
as starlit skies become
its true awakening
and visions turn to dreams
imagining each little thing
that is . . .


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