There, creeping, crawling, through the fog, in full disguise;  
Where?  Hiding, like a jungle bird, evades my eyes;
The shape's unclear;
But I know there's something near;
And the scent of creation's tingling my ear.

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What waters will I leap into, what mystic stream?
What learning will be mine to find, some crazy scheme?
Come close, my dove; This chase I love;
Charm you from your shadows to the spotlight of my sunbeam. 

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Come play with me; please let me see;
Let's fly together
Out of Darkness.
..  

Rise, let the sculptor chip away, expose the frame;
Eyes see the hidden beauty, that's the artist's game;

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Who will you be?
Tempo, pace and key?
I'll set you free--
Yes, it's up to me.