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Temples of Glass
there's change when awoken
in hours dark
where birds are yet to sing
horns sit in the harbours
silent in abandon
I search within the light
across the mighty mighty seas
of antiquity
I don't need eyes
to see
as I feel
your beauty
cutting thru the fog
its fragments, its filters
emoting in the echos
an open mind
it's playing
a harpsichord of hope
tethered
strung out
wrapped around your anchors
and you're still there
in my blindness
a feeling
free flowing
forever reaching
for a future of living
the eternal verities of life
outside looking back
at the sacred temples of glass
in hours dark
where birds are yet to sing
horns sit in the harbours
silent in abandon
I search within the light
across the mighty mighty seas
of antiquity
I don't need eyes
to see
as I feel
your beauty
cutting thru the fog
its fragments, its filters
emoting in the echos
an open mind
it's playing
a harpsichord of hope
tethered
strung out
wrapped around your anchors
and you're still there
in my blindness
a feeling
free flowing
forever reaching
for a future of living
the eternal verities of life
outside looking back
at the sacred temples of glass
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