a life springs outward

seeds of fantasy whirl in eddies
cast off from branches like reaching hands
a life springs outward
seeking salvation in words

cast off from branches like reaching hands
the seers listen to the cries of children
seeking salvation in words
remembered from lullabyes long forgotten

the seers listen to the cries of children
thrusting hands into gold-filled cauldrons
remembered from lullabyes long forgotten
when days and youth were bright

thrusting hands into gold-filled cauldrons
that spilled their seeds onto the desperate fields
when days and youth were bright
with the promise of another new tomorow

that spilled their seeds onto the desperate fields
seeds of fantasy whirl in eddies
with the promise of another new tomorow
a life springs outward

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