No Illusion
Perception far beyond four walls,
A place where human nature calls,
Bright landscapes swathed in wreaths of white.
To watch the twilight as it falls,
And see the moonbeams in the halls,
Our purpose clear, our vision bright.
There never is one certain thing,
No silent telephone to ring,
Wild promise processed down the wire.
Yet take the call by answering,
And minds are set to wondering
Upon a fire, a heart’s desire.
There is time and there is tide,
With feelings burning up inside,
Harmonic choirs loud and clear.
The snowflake sweethearts slowly glide,
Before the eyes held open wide,
Felt always closer, drawing near…
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