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The Ivory Highway
Colette M. Friedman |
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Walking the ashen highway, the highway of ivory and stone
I hear my heart beating, yes steady, but it beats alone
Funny how cold the road is, my feet bare to the bone
Light pours down my shoulders, my back and auburn hair
I swear I've been here once before, I've been here in a prayer
Walking the ivory highway, moving, but I'm not yet there
There is no beginning or ending it would seem
My hands grow heavy; I turn and there is a gleam
It is surreal, is it what has been in a comforting blissful dream
In my hands, a crystal orb and a gleaming pearl
One, my radiant little boy, the other, my precious little girl
Carrying the weight amidst a rose-colored sky and sea
Because glistening out there somewhere is a place for my children and me
I will never stop wanting and wishing the best for each, you see
On foot, the ivory highway comes to a rise and I glimpse within my mind
Many pathways discovered, much to uncover and find
Walking, I almost feel the need to create and dance the rhythm blind
A joyful beat now summons my heart along the highway of ivory and stone
I am happy my heart is beating steady, and I now choose to walk alone
Grateful that innovation blossoms in the beautiful unknown
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