What is Real

-------What is Real-------

A light within the storm

begs me to stop worrying 

and see the darkness closer.

In every drop, a new moon 

and a thousand dreams 

fall

And give rise to the wild roses,

to the parched earth,

to summer.

Everything I love

I have seen up close.

And nothing is too far away.

For the child within

does not wait 

for skies to clear

But runs off, 

delightfully unattached, 

into the rain.

A careful observer 

turning stones.

Drawn by imagination

To discover 

what is 

real.

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