Is Infinity

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Is infinity

Just a moment of beauty

Within all to see

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For

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Beauty lives and dies

In the moment of an eye

Then we sit and cry

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But

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Eternity stands

Where infinity expands

In the eye and hand

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Waiting for Immortality.

Waiting for Immortality.

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I was just too late

And you were far too early

Now I sit and paint

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The Infinity of Time

Is the reality of time?

A concept of the human mind

Just like the measurement of rhyme

For you create the world you find

Where upon grows the living vine

And therefore flows the mortal wine

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If you could travel back in time

The one thing you would never find

Would be your life with the same old rhyme

But something of a different kind

Where upon grows the living vine

And therefore flows the mortal wine

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Because every moment in time

Of every church bell that chimes

Of every grain of sand so fine

Is a whole universe Divine

At one with the immortal vine

And therefore flows the mortal wine

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Each opportunity you see

Of endless possibilities

Is because each moment is free

In it's own cosmos that you see

Part of an endless living vine

And therefore flows the mortal wine

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Faith creates it's own reality

And hate it's own depravity

And depression it's own poverty

And love creates it's own beauty

All part of the one living vine

And therefore flows the mortal wine

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In everything you say and do

You create the cosmos anew

With life of all possible forms

Will have a place to be the norm

To be with one the living vine

And therefore flows the mortal wine

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For everything it must be true

Even the early morning dew

Will see the light of it's own dawn

Upon a never ending lawn

That falls upon the living vine

And therefore flows the mortal wine

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For if the cosmos was not so

Nature would not diverse and grow

Distant stars would not burn and glow

Human hearts would not yearn to know

The secret of the living vine

That overflows with mortal wine

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And the cosmos would not expand

And man would not hold in his hand

A chance to try and understand

That it's within God's mind we stand

Just grapes upon the living vine

And therefore flows the mortal wine.

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Painting in watercolour and ink.

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Such a lonely cloud.

Such a lonely cloud

Gray sunlit, lovely and proud

But only a should

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Beyond right or wrong

On the breeze like a sad song

Then forever gone

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But for that moment

All of creation was spent

And all beauty sent

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So life could expand

Within the eye and the hand

For their infinity and

Eternity stands,

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It's own centre vowed

Within the light of a cloud

All life is endowed.

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Sunset in watercolour

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To wish upon a star

To wish upon a star

That is so very far

Is not so very mad

Whether happy or sad

In all faith you will find

Something gentle and kind,

Just like the sun and rain

Or even joy and pain.

We were made in the stars

And we have come so far

To look back in the night

On reflection of light

That is part of the whole

Of every living soul.

A never ending flow

That makes the Cosmos glow

With the light of the stars

And the life that is ours.

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As the sunsets on a thousand regrets.

As the sunsets

On a thousand regrets

In a veil of golden red

For the things I never said

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Like tears without a trace

Or a man without a race

My heart begins to pace

Just to look upon her face

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I never seen her part

Or heard her footsteps in the dark

And I never said good-bye

But I will love her till I die

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And as the shadows grow

Upon my weary soul

I guess, I will never know

Why I loved her so.

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In the early morning twilight

When the stars fade out of sight

Before the sun begins its flight

Across the sky so bright.

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I will say a prayer for you

For the little girl I knew

And I will not be blue

For the day will begin anew.

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A classical pastel drawing.

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Did we recognize the Son

For he, he did come

But did we recognize the Son

In the starving mob

And in the aborted blob

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In the dying child

And in the mother's cries, wild

In the enemy's face

Or the anemone's grace

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In the wild flowers

And the wide open bowers.

All life comes about

Out of nature's lack of doubt

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For the sun does rise

On the ignorant and wise

On the great mountains

And the descending fountains.

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But will the sunset

On knowledge without regret,

If we never come

To see everything as one.

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