In
the Language of the World, he sang
Foreign
speak to my untrained ears
Treacherous
words to my lazy, scared heart.
This
is the only lane of dreams
A
pathway each child should follow
A
cross God’s child must bear.
I
listened to the Alchemist
Because
he spoke words I knew
Knowledge
I had long ignored
In
favour of everything easy and cheap.
I
have started to listen again
And
my heart can no more be silent
Than
sheep can build brick pyramids in the meadow.
If
only I let it beat its long – leaden wings.
But
I am scared, tempted to be my own Judas
For
the path of dreams demands courage
But
I will go; yes I will fly
Because
the Alchemist told me I can
And
once again, in myself, I believe.
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