There is a world that is unseen,
Beyond what’s known…
As in a dream –
Where visions merge,
And sounds conspire
First to confuse,
Then to inspire;
The sleeping muse
Whose heart’s desire
Is in attunement
To Apollo’s lyre –
Propelling the Spirit
Yet even higher
As it takes flight
Emerging from depths
Of the Soul’s dark night…
And through the portals
Of Love and Light…

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