Idealist

High clouds drift brushing past the full moon's face
Bordered bone white against the deep blue night
A dance of seven veils of cosmic grace
Humankind always reaches for the light

Eyes irresistibly drawn to the sky
We feel triumphant when the moon breaks through
Our hope ascending as she rises high
That maybe our full moon dreams can come true

Frozen blue sparkle flashing through the mist
Improbably high impossibly far
Just my luck to be an idealist
Humankind always struggles for a star

Eyes irresistibly drawn up away
Far distant star do you sparkle for me?
Does this mean love will dawn at break of day?
The night is deep but there is hope I see

High clouds drift brushing past the full moon's face
Frozen blue sparkle flashing through the mist
A dance of seven veils of cosmic grace
Just my luck to be an idealist

+Steven Curtis Lance



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