I need a language to talk to the stars
and haunting poetry to haunt my life
I seek meaning layered in meaning
I need music to soften all strife

I need the dawn wind in my veins
wonderous visions always in sight
I need hearts to pump life and love
till even darkness is startled into light

I need breath filled with inner space
and a peace of silence in every sound
I need heaven to be spoken of again
I seek what flowers have already found

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