Magic misty gray horizon
Shadowing the rising sun,
Secreting the land of plenty
Waiting on the other side.
Filling minds with wide
conjecture,
Mysteries in cloak and veil
Seldom fail to mystify.
Questions only, if you
please.
Not a soul has ever bought a
Round trip ticket to your
shore with
Beaches that go on forever,
Never crowded, never full.
Never-ending holiday of
Voices lifted high in praise,
Leaving joy and happiness the
Only order to fulfill.
Let my heart be fanciful.
Let my mind be open to the
Widest spectrum of belief
Where grand imagination
rules.
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