In space beyond surreal dream.
Stirs a realm where souls are redeemed.
Lifetimes from here.
On my world come to bear.
The father and son observe my present day.
From open eyes to the will to pray.
Glee in their expressions they exist yet sublime.
They´ve reunited to fuse the threads of time.
The fathers have opened doors.
Sent good will and force.
Their harmony lives on resonates.
A future speaks back to the present day.
The blessings are now symbols that move and blend.
Rays down from narrow holes in clouds that extend.
I sign glory to come with my imagination´s pen.
Pouring that ink straight from my heart.
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