Glory

This life, alive in color,
The evenings, drowned in laughter,
The mornings, in driven spirit,
The search is the meaning,
My dear friend, look no further,
You are here,
Amongst brilliance and beauty,
What is this bond,
That makes us high and low,
A human to human, speaking in magic tongues,
Like a flame, as in love,
Flickering and then burning heavy,
But there always,
And in that consciousness,
We are here now,
In that glory, of the foretold heaven.

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