Reinfused
tell me when are these times that i have dreams about
are they mere memories of better days gone by
unsubstantial fancies fated to fade away
or horizons waiting to be arisen to ?
and the fire i felt when this hope was brand new
when not even Everest could have kept me from you
has it burned its brightest or just given a hint
does it smolder for chance or consume its last fuel ?
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and the bridge you promised would serve as my footing
had i strayed from the path or was my step unsure
perchance that fall was meant to complete my healing
so i’d see for myself what my strength could endure ?
weren’t you the blue bird that had awaken me
as i laid in the cold suffering of torment
sung me out of starving, loathing and lethargy
invited me to rise and resume my ascent ?
as i now look forward to more of your magic
contemplating what so far had kept me bemused
just ahead are the times i have dreamt ecstatic
i see the horizons and i am reinfused
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