Magical cosmic dust
Magical cosmic dust
Always presenting truth as a must
Again spun its web of golden rays
With a promise of brilliant days
A voice comforted my sorrow
Freed me to begin tomorrow
Clean and pure
Allowing a deeper cure
The sun now reaching my heart
Cleansing it before the restart
My searching proceeding
But without drama and pleading
Comfortable with not knowing
As the gentle winds are blowing
The planets will soon reveal
That my guidance is real
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