Let the light fill your soul,
As you tread past the thornes
That throng you whole,
Yet we are part of a lore –
Of the winter when hearth signs our plight
The stars that sparkle in your delight,
The sweet nectar of twilight
The singing that cascades in the mellow midnight;
In this lucid life,
There shall always remain an inner child,
So tap a little lighter,
Feel the breeze in your eyes.
Task your dreams past all chagrin,
It is time.
The ode shall change its tune,
As we charge into an unknown realm.
To new beginnings.

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