Surfaced
Breathing what is left of us
We hold in rhythmic time
Keep notions far from meaningless
Entombed in Ancient rhyme
While certainty builds confidence
For laughter sounds as sure
That just a dose of pleasantries
Must remedy our cure
Like Loving you to Ether’s depths
Can channel our escape
So too when played our active dreams
May take on any shape
Yes, from the hopefuls of my mind
You surface night and day
With only giving what you must
To take my breath away
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