The miracle
of rebirth, a chance
to glide the skies,
like a leaf rides
the airwaves,
and gravity falls
in love with the earth,
saving the heart from pain.
The miracle of rebirth
lives in the way
a droplet of rain
can one day
become a stream.
Our storylines
can sometimes
become a dream,
if we open our minds
to the love that
sits between.
The power
of a dream
can cause
shooting stars
to appear,
like tears falling
from a long-forgotten memory.
An aging tree
looking back
upon its history,
realising
it was always just stood
rooted in place,
missing the one thing
that could make it great,
a little loving company.
The magic of rebirth
sits inside,
it holds you tight
as you fight through
the worries of life.
It watches quietly
as you start to fly.
No longer slouching,
to merge into the ground,
but standing proud,
letting your voice
be heard loud.
The embrace of a dream,
can seem strange to those,
whose dreams are filled
with vicious beings, but if you swoop
into the lands of vision,
and see the wonders beyond,
you no longer fear
the sleep demons.
Instead, you follow
the voice in your ears.
The words so delicate
you can barely hear,
spoken by
the one that visits
your dreams every night,
and you see that she
is the one who sets your heart alight.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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