by Liam
It’s in the setting of my footprint
That my words begin to walk—
A journey across wide spaces,
Tracks deep inside my thoughts.
The story of those places—
Of stars, of mountains too,
Of hummingbirds and crystal balls,
Of you, and me, and who.
This world of ever-never—
It’s here for all to share.
It’s here we touch, we laugh, we cry,
We open up the inner eye
To fly, to fly, to fly—
According to a magic where bonds release the grip,
Where things unfold—a story told,
A whispered word, a place of gold.
Not only in this hour, ‘twixt midnight and the dawn—
Outside, a storm; inside, it’s warm:
A twinkling star,
A princess far,
A half-filled, waiting cookie jar.
I’m talking with an angel
Who whispers in my ear:
“Of seas, and ships, and sealing wax,
Of cabbages and kings.”
Oh, friends, now gather round me—
Your time too near at hand.
Your journey starts; our ways might part,
Yet never feel alone at heart.
It’s in the setting of that footprint
Your words will learn to walk,
Take you on a journey far—
Beyond the storm,
The twinkling star,
The secret space where
We just are—
All one.
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