Gliding Through
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Peter S. Quinn
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Gliding here through
To dreams of Milky Way,
Between me and you
Till there's a new born day.
Holding to a rainbow
So I won't lose Earth,
My wings on a row
To a new kind of birth.
Feeling for the center
But losing day's reality,
Now I am to enter
What lies inside of me.
Swirling wheels of fire
Every thought of being,
Man's utmost desire
Something not well seeing.
Colors of space beyond
Glimmering dust of night,
What's lost can be found
If it will shine on right.
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