Cure me of these dreamless nights.
Inoculate my eyes from tears
over there a voice
calls out the morning.
The day, the day begins to blossom again
taking all tired eyes upward
to spectates the sunshine, the flight path of a song on the
wind.
Pushing us,
flowering about us as
steps upon the grey-gold
grass regulate the dance our steps take to
a cloudy sky we
levitate,
then let them lower us to the hard hand of the
earth
where dreams reside.
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