Walk quietly into the early morning
And be expectant
There are secrets here
That will reveal themselves
The dreams of men and women
All of whom are gone on now
Who once lived behind these doors
Are bright in the night-rinsed air.
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Do not wait for sunrise or safety
The vision is subtle and lives in twilight
Bolt from the warm bed. Escape.
Not breaking your fast
Not waking that brittle crust; that part of you
That hides the truth.
Forget fear and walk alone.
.
Catch sight of even one such ancient dream:
Some song once heard by some unknown Mozart
Some light seen by some born painter
Who never lifted a brush
And you will be changed; renewed
Remembering what you always knew:
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That you should never have surrendered
And all your highest striving was not vain
All that work that no one else could see
Was not wasted
Every standard you set for yourself
Was noble and true
And every ship you envisioned on the horizon
Was really there.
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That plum tree at the top of the hill
Is bright with blossoms in the spring
And in summer its branches droop with purple fruit
Luscious and round.
copyright 2017
Home Economics 
Excellent.
Thanks, Joe!