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Is there a place where truth and beauty are more important than greed and image? And if you could go to that place, what would you learn there? |
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While wan'dring through my life one day I chanced upon a crystal stair Up it rose into the sky But barely did I see it there
I turned around and walked away And swore I'd come another day And climb upon the crystal stair When I see the way more clear
But days did pass and still did I Avoid the stair that'd caught my eye And finally when a year had passed I searched again, returned at last
The steps were much more clear that day So I embarked without delay Not noticing that passersby Did not perceive the steps on high
I climbed the marvel rapidly Before it might decide to flee But as I marched the way grew bright And far ahead a torch shed light
Now I saw my fantasies Women, men, birds and trees Come to life before my eyes But they were glass to my surprise
Now a dancer, now a snake A thousand patterns did they make A fish, a dove, a rainbow tree A unicorn prancing regally
Now the torch more vividly Did light the way for me to see Amidst the dancing waves of light I saw a much more lovely sight
Within this world of glassy things A minstrel sits and waits and sings And as he plays his harp of gold More crystal visions do unfold
His fingers played across the strings Creating all those wondrous things But within this realm of fantasy The man is all there is that's free
And still did I watch wantingly For so did I wish to be free But freedom always has a price And golden coins seem just as nice
But where the torch had lit the way And led me to this place that day I wished to choose as best I can So slowly I approached the man
He wears a smile on his face His lyrics hold a type of grace His fingers play so soft, yet loud And from them flows a crystal cloud
I heard the word, at last did I Know where I was, and how and why Amidst the crystals in the skies Away from Earth and all its lies
And for that song did I return Beneath the stair, where I did learn The stair is always there to see If you search most earnestly
Now I have resumed my life No longer hurt by petty strife The singer's words, oh how they burn Until the day of my return
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Dream Sequence: The Writings of Steve Lazarowitz
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Reviews of "The Crystal Stair"
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Jack
wish I wrote this........pax.........A