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GLIMPSES WITHIN
(T. Beechey)

There are whispers in the shadows of a misbegotten dreaming
That somehow are not seeming to be anything at all
Yet they're calling out my name,always in muted echoes
Do you suppose it's a warning as the morning comes to call?

Spinning for infinity,throughout the cosmic mazes
Somewhere between divinity and the lifting hazes
Beyond boundaries of dreaming,where limits don't exist
And the sunlight's always beaming through the mist

I listen in the silence and wonder why since what I'm hearing
I've been fearing since forever,but I'll never turn away
For what they say is the reason for a season of creation
But,instead of great elation,I've come to rue the day

Sometimes I imagine that I dance from star to star
Upon a celestial stage in a world so near yet far
Sometimes I envision me alone upon that stage
And,if it were my decision,it'd be a written page

Spinning for infinity,throughout the cosmic mazes
Traveling even further than the keenest eye gazes
Beyond boundaries of dreaming,where limits don't exist
Towards the end of the rainbow to be kissed

No one ever understands,so no hands are extended
I'm befriended only by my lonely state of mind
Which reminds not of pleasure,but of treasure I am yearning
And I'm learning my desire is a liar's loss to find