Past the Clouds

I'm reaching past the clouds tonight
and going far beyond the moon,
where ordinary lovers spoon
then somehow seem to fall
from a fantastic state of flight,
becoming one with this night of indigo
where rivers flow, composed of air;

And no one dares intrude
upon my privacy,
as stardust streams
right through the core of me
redeeming and refreshing all I am
that I might stand anew at break of day
and sing the song of morning
once again into my life . . .


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