Seems to me it might be as fleeting as the moment it owned. We believe what we want to, for as long as it serves us. But when we're done, is it gone? If you blow out a candle, where did the light go? It doesn't really matter, does it, because it's gone.
We can resurrect it any time we choose, by remembering.
Last night I asked the angels
to show my love to me
to bring me to his splendor
awakened in my dream
Perched on the edge of a thick white cloud
I spread my wings and calling out
you heard my song and then you came
and we danced across the night
When morning's glory gently woke me
from my soft, green grassy nest
she dared not take from me,
You, my greatest awakening
Walking the path the whispered
pleas wafted to me from the trees
The words, unclear, I could not hear
yet I knew they spoke of you, my dear
So I ran through the streets
of this big, scary city
searching for you
in every nook and cranny
Scanning the faces of
each one in the masses
Holding my breath til
each soul by me, passed
And I wait tired in the light
on the corner in the night
Oh angels, hear my prayer
One more time- please take me there
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