what flowers have found

I need a language to talk to the stars
and haunting poetry to haunt my soul
I wish rhyme and reason to be my friend
and a oneness of life to be the goal

I breathe the dawn wind into my veins
and wondrous visions remain in sight
I look for hearts that are lined with love
and meaning that is created with light

I sing of a life in spirit strong
pausing a mad world going around
I need heaven to be spoken of again
I seek what flowers have already found

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