David Taylor - The Means To The End

Indeed a son of Earth, and when remembered
softly tread beneath the starlit night.
And if the soul should soar into heavens clasp
we would remember all the more.

Tread softly in this dream of fragile miracles
for beneath our feet the stardust speaks.
And if we should be inspired to write in praise
let there be sunlight in those words
to pierce the dreamlike haze.

Humility assumed in dreams, is it the path
which above the heavens leads this earthly soul,
or a pale reflection of what is found,
beyond what we can know?

David Taylor

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