The Point of It

One extreme reflects the other
Just as sister is to brother
The bloom of triumph bears the seed
Of its defeat as greed bears need

An alcoholic wet or dry
And addict felled or flying high
Saved from the sin of living die
While yin and yang eternity
Leaves behind raptured you and me
As crusader and jihadi
Find freedom to be slavery
And seek to do wrong to do right

I only seek to kiss your face
And neither slave nor master be
Not black nor white but human race
Past reason and insanity

Sunset moonrise day follows night
As we are complementary
We face each other and we fit
Which seems to me the point of it

+Steven Curtis Lance



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The bloom of triumph bears the seed
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Sunset moonrise day follows night
As we are complementary
We face each other and we fit
Which seems to me the point of it

DEAR Steven

A GOOD WORD INDEED
SUPANI

Just, well ..... outstanding. A love song of many types.