Saturday, September 23, 2006

Hope

There the river is
With the bridges across
Everything into bliss
Or get into its own toss
I have nothing to give
Except words and tones
Ways are so acquisitive
With weighting backbones

Bring our hope to the front
From the many ways
It's so much contrastimulant
Than the lonely byplays
All is into our dreams
For a heart to stand still
Or the depths of its breams
That our love might fulfill

Give me ways that I know
To carry on to you
Like the morning on snow
I'll be fresh and new
Never be here alone
From where ever you've been
each and every atone
Will be too a discipline

Bring our hope to the front
From the dark and the grays
It's so much contrastimulant
Than the lonely byplays
All is into our dreams
For a heart to stand still
Or the depths of its breams
That our love might fulfill

Give what you can share
Nothing of it shall be in lost
Move your thoughts to anywhere
Even though they get crisscrossed

Bring our hope to the front
From the many ways
It's so much contrastimulant
Than the lonely byplays
All is into our dreams
For a heart to stand still
Or the depths of its breams
That our love might fulfill
Bring our hope to the front
From the dark and the grays

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