Oft I dream of what could be
Held close these thoughts,
like treasure none can see.
From the here and now of a moment,
to lasting infinity
breaks come along, and idleness
Sometimes I am charged with vigor
as I ought
And when the tide turns I can
That which I desire is set in motion;
all that I sought
is clear as clear can be.
If we stand on the edge of hope always looking deeper, it will change our views with glimpses of the greater story we are already a part of.