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Once upon a now and then there is and was a mighty king whom we love to serve whether we know it or not and we ignore at our peril for he’s all that we’ve got His presence glows brighter by fireside and hearth Music, voices, laughter - he basks in their warmth He sails upon the winds borne by gleeful children’s screams and darts between the specks of dust connecting lovers’ dreams And he’d sing and he’d fly, and carry us up through the sky a hidden king with a gleam in his eye He’ll sometimes come and sometimes go always a flutter to and fro kept alive through grace and welcoming hearts Sustained by music and hugs and love and art Some people glance askew and see him but a direct stare and he’d disappear People feel their insides shiver when they lose him such a efflorescent presence we all want near Gasp in wonder at the sunrise and he’s in your eyes Sigh to the cool night air, and he rustles in your hair And he’d sing and he’d fly, and carry us up through the sky a hidden king with a gleam in his eye
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Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 10:24 AM UTC
The King
Once upon a now and then there is and was a mighty king whom we love to serve whether we know it or not and we ignore at our peril for he’s all that we’ve got His presence glows brighter by fireside and hearth Music, voices, laughter - he basks in their warmth He sails upon the winds borne by gleeful children’s screams and darts between the specks of dust connecting lovers’ dreams And he’d sing and he’d fly, and carry us up through the sky a hidden king with a gleam in his eye He’ll sometimes come and sometimes go always a flutter to and fro kept alive through grace and welcoming hearts Sustained by music and hugs and love and art Some people glance askew and see him but a direct stare and he’d disappear People feel their insides shiver when they lose him such a efflorescent presence we all want near Gasp in wonder at the sunrise and he’s in your eyes Sigh to the cool night air, and he rustles in your hair And he’d sing and he’d fly, and carry us up through the sky a hidden king with a gleam in his eye
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isaac-grimm
American
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 10:24 AM UTC
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