The night sky
The night sky
Though always there
Is obscured from daylight’s sight
Similar to our souls’ longings
At times we are aware
Mostly hidden from us
The reflecting on art through time
Is our yearning to touch oneness
Poetry music painting sculptures
Our bridge to the divine
We cross over when we connect
Impoverished and alone if blocked
Messages from the past
Meant to soothe our way
By great artists who saw clearly
And sent love to humanity
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