© 2013 Sherry Bach
If hope were a spirit
It would look like you
If dreams were made of gold
They would all come true
On the wind, in the sun
Forever in the rain
Time does not take away
Nor can my heart contain
All the quiet whispers
Spoken from your lips
Without a word, or a sound
It's almost as if
I've never known
What I thought I knew
Before one night
Made me new
Once I felt the fire
Returning could not be
After my eyes were opened
I can't now un-see
Tomorrow doesn't matter
Nothing I desire
Promises I'd never ask
Freedom doesn't require
Conditions for speaking
Conditions for reaching out
None of those do I want
My head is clear of doubt
That I know that I know
And it will never fade
The future can't undo the past
Or memories already made
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