Images float past my fingertips
What can a word convey
What can a sound conjure
What can a vision mean
So much, so much, so much
Much more than the world can contain
Much more than the rain falling in my paper cup
The strum of a guitar string
The road that unravels in front of you
The river that flows beneath
the peace that settles within
and then gently leaves
Find it. You go find it and bring it back.
But we never float in the same place twice.
It's always new, now find that. and that.
I challenge you. To a meeting of the heart.
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