Nighttime is our time in our haven of blue and early American that
Yields traces of secrets buried among the stain of tears
Tears of joy, tears of excitement, tears of such incredible emotion
That the pure feelings take on a life of their own
Something you can reach out and grab and hold onto for dear life
Life is something you now possess
Rescued from the brink of the abyss
From the edge of madness; from the depths of an aching soul
Our fingers reached out and touched and a spark ignited the world
The world will never be the same
For the pure possibility that together we walk through it
Making a difference everywhere we go on this path
Called Life.
Copyright Michelle Beckham-Corbin 2009
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