The Eye of the Spectrum
Tiny winged hearts flutter to the manic beat of a steel drum
As heat shuts the door opening a space for the cold to come
Holding mad mysteries close to the warmth they came from
It's the little things that are the big things in the eye of the spectrum
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One cell alights of love culminating in the moment you become
Child of the universe born uninhibited in a flurried willful tantrum
Discovers love in a sad strays eyes taking for herself but a crumb
It's the little things that are the big things in the eye of the spectrum
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Reaching into your memory drawer struggling to pull out a plum
Frail small mother bird, lost in the hallway's hollow conundrum
Recalls a tale of childhoods delight awakening you from numb
It's the little things that are the big things in the eye of the spectrum
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Keeper of the garden its creation rises benevolent beneath your thumb
Trees bow as you survey the landscape living simple pleasures sum
Day's end the flowers bloom in reverence, dad, as you quietly succumb
It's the little things that are the big things in the eye of the spectrum
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Introspection walks the grounds as a somber score beats a base drum
A tempest in the teapot keeps me warm enough forget about the rum
The days are getting colder now I hear the guitar nearing its final strum
It's the little things that are the big things in the eye of the spectrum
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