Great expanse on which we dream
as lofty visions fly
from silent fears they disappear
upon the midnight sky
Creation now is taking wing
and off to heavens roam
to sleep the dwarfing giant's sleep
as seeds we've softly sown
Could it be the very breath
we utter to the stars
is nothing more than gathered dreams
the twinkling birth of ours
The distance is confusion
giving way to revelations
let die not our shining light
on hope and constellations
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