And when the stars come out
In the middle of the night
What are the colors
Swimming through your dreams
Are they bright? Are they just right? Do they glow…
And make your heart grow
Helping you know
Just where you should go?
For the promise of tomorrow
Rests happily in the whispering winds, within the turning tides
The sleepy sun, the meandering meadows
And all that is within our reach
In the here and now in this time
Is in This Time
the treasured Moment.
© Sima Pendharkar August 2012
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