Of impossible things I wonder, I dream.

What of the stars that fade,

And those eyes that gleam?


A manís heart boasts of pride,

Then breaks for a love.

What else occurs, without

Such things to dream of?


Is space so close

And the oceans so shallow,

That lifeís look is but

A walk to the gallows?


Who reaches me?

Who can make me liable?


I find my place,

When I reach for the Bible.



When I Reach by Ronhales                                                                                                                                                 John 1:1

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