© Terry L. Jamieson
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What would I be, if I could be?
Anything at all, my soul free,
A tree or a stream, perhaps light,
From a star above cast at night.
Or my soul might fly across time,
And stay in the skies blue and sublime,
There above all, safe to explore,
All of my minds shore.
A shoreline eternal and an ocean blue,
In skies of endless hope soaring true,
And I will live forever in my mind’s eye,
Flying as a soul in an endless sky.