If I Pray for the D r e a m , Will It Find Me?
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It wasn't long ago
I could wake to the morning sun
And know the d r e a m
But over time
My sleep has heavied
and now I know nothing but the morning mist
As it burns away to daylight
Does the dream still know me?
Does the sky give way to heaven?
These demons that walk the earth,
They do not know their cause.
My angel, is there nothing left for me here?
My hibernation has left me full, these wonders
have sated me, and my cup runs deeply over.
For those with ears to listen, will they care to hear?
For those with eyes to see, will they aspire to light the shadow?
The call of earth is a raucous storm, but the vision you instilled in my soul is an incessant beacon.
If I use my voice, does it glorify you?
Have I been so deaf as to ignore the singing of the spheres?
Perhaps now, stripped of time,
I can truthfully find your hand.
If I pray for the
d r e a m ,
will it find me?
