dance in the stream

 


do you want to see a real life picture of thee

look above and smile into the Sun

when the light hits just right

the mirror will appear and return me there

my life is a moment yet seemingly alone

paddling through in this vessel like you

wanting to feel the push of the wave

yet the gentle flow is pretty nice 

thinking I could sail from the blowing wind

yet who is in a rush just to do it again

I dream I a wake and act out my play

for being the star I dance in the stream

all for this time to love and shine








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