Send me a story,
A bit of prose or piece of poetry.
Guide my hand, my pen.
Give inspiration to my thoughts.
Source of the art,
Show me what might never be,
Give me a glimpse of what is,
Framed by what might have been.
Somewhere between the dreaming of life
And the living of dreams,
Where heart walks with spirit.
There exist I.
Grant that I show others.
Let me share the things I see.
To teach, to entertain,
Maybe just to be.
This text is copywrited by Brad Colver, 1997. It may be duplicated as long as the the copywrite stays with it.
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