Saturday, April 7, 2012

Changing Lives

A few words, softly uttered
Your lips brush infinity
As a new idea is born
One that enters existance
With a certain thunder, quiet as rain
Yet exhibiting a chain reaction
That resembles a hurricane

What are those words to you?
Only words to some
But you are shaken
Your life may never be the same
All because out of ashes
Arose a being
Made of wonder and destruction

There is nothing new
But there is creation
We are all gods, then
I stand with arms wide open
Conversing with the universe
The same through all the ages
Still, these words remain my own.

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