It speaks to that darkness
It speaks of things unseen
Of dreams not yet dreamed
Of lands untravelled
That voice speaks quietly
Almost too softly to be heard
But from these hushed tones
A miracle occurs
A spark comes to life
It glows in the darkness
and illuminates strange things
Buildings of impossible design
Colours of sublime radiance
Words of unknown origins
The voice barely raises
But the intensity is great
The spark that comes from its sound
Is just bright enough to notice
Not bright enough to examine
And before too long
The voice is gone
The light disappears
and all those wonderful imaginings
Fall back into shadow
But hands remember
what the eyes forgot
and the voice comes alive again
as day by day those wild things
are brought to life
A voice in the dark
It spoke of grandeur
It spoke of potential
Of what could be
Of what is just a moment away
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