Too Late Words Have Become Music

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Is it too late
That we travel
Past the warnings,
That we dance
In the sky, that we
Dream in the sea?
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Is it too late
That the words
Have become music,
The music our dreams,
Dreams become clouds,
Swirling symphonies of stars?
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Is it too late
That we part the veils
To return to our sleep
And rest, sweetly reposed
In eternities
Of infinite song?
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Bear … o8.18.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014
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