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It’s a beautiful day in my mind,
Visions that I’ve never seen
Gas lamps light the cobble stone streets,
Merchants at work,
With pride and esteem
Exchanged is a nod and a gentle smile,
As gracious kind people pass by
On a bridge, rhythmic clicks,
Echo horses proud hooves
With their carriages pulled,
Over still waters high
In this vision of mine,
On this eve of ash dusk,
A gentleman strolls by tall
Dressed with grace,
Of long cloth splendor,
Perfumed by the air of Fall
His Lady on arm,
Her boots finely laced
Pillar of beauty so fine
Rests dark auburn hair on the nape of her neck,
Over Rose scented skin divine
The intimate love,
That swims in their eyes,
Obscures all that I see
This is a Time,
A Street, a Bridge, and a Love,
A place in dreams for me.
Can she fly away but leave her troubles behind?
What is the distance from here to there?
And just where is There, that place of Earths peace,
Does it even exist when her mind travels with?
If just for some time, to leave her life for a while
To empty her soul burdened, with not just past,
But burdened with future as well
For rebirth of her spirit, if she could only go
Freedom to rise, not with the sun,
Nor sleep, as on the horizon it sets
A heavenly body encapsulated and liberated,
Living once There, timeless
If only the chance, to go to her There,
She knows its colors, sounds,
Its smell and tranquility
She has seen it, in her vision,
It does exist,
A meditated place that she goes to each day
And as she sets her eyes through the open air, up towards the heavens,
Birds migrating south, jet trails crossing,
Clouds forming, and dissipating,
Tears of destination fill her eyes
For only too, if she could fly
The Starting End 