We wished atop the roof
Trying to get closest to the stars
You asked of things to hide away
Like love within a jar
The frightened looked upwards too
The hopeful and the dreamers
The foreigners from distant lands
Shared also passing through so seamless
You say the mind was read
In truth it was the heart
You talk of simply stealing away
The talk of love goes far
And in dreams the soul is free to roam
Controlling you or you your own
We built temples in our Nirvana
We gripped the power of our now.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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