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Déjà Vu
Take The Journey

The Language Of Our Souls

Somewhere in the night
a woman lights a candle, setting it beside her window.
Somewhere in the night
a man stares out his window into the winter sky,
looking at the light of the stars.

In the window glass the light reflects,
and the light is passed, grafting together two different
lives, two different places and times.

In the light reflecting in the window glass, the man
finds his thoughts filled with a place he has never been,
he can see the face of this woman in the light.

In the light passing through the window glass,
the woman sits and wonders, when she will see the day
when she might share the light she has lit,
with the light of their souls.

For the light is hope,
and the light is peace,
in the light they are not alone.

For the light is life,
and the candle is her soul.
The light she lit is the light
he will use to find her.
And the light he has seen,
is the light she will recognize
him by. The light they share
together will light the way
that will lead them home.

Paolo Déjà Vu

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