Labyrinth of Moments

Clarity takes me to cathedrals
Heed draws all in gothic vistas
The many steps that lie before us
In that labyrinth of moments
Unspoken in the presence
Of closed doors
The absence of evensong
Children screaming on Tram rides
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Show me your cathedral
Your labyrinth of moments
Your search for motive and for passion
For love and for reason
Show me your steps
That wet, cross celtic corners
And have, at night, followed my lead
While rain and kisses are pending
Lending your mysteries
In histories that tend
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Where will you take me my new friend?
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