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Listen to Sweet Nothing by Richard Charles Stevens (Enlightened Suite)

Listen to Sweet Nothing by Calvin Harris featuring Florence Welch

See the magic tragically unseen
Make it now emphatically believed

See the magic tragically unseen
Make it now emphatically believed

There exists a light behind the eyes
If only we can find the time to pay enlightened mind
See that which the naked eye declines to entertain
Demonstrate relentless stride to endless ventures gained
Take confession
Face the grate and state enough’s enough
Break convention’s tasteless chains and call erasure’s bluff

Find the voice most deep within
Listen to the skylark sing
Stay up to ungodly hour to watch the night owl do its thing
See the magic tragically unseen
See the magic tragically unseen
See the magic tragically unseen
That once so emphatically believed

There exists a light behind the eyes each time they weep
Rite of passage to high tide in sweep
Endless seas sequentially perceived
Every time a teardrop be relieved
If only we can find the time to pay enlightened mind
To everything sweet nothings misconceive

Something this way comes
Would be most wicked to defeat
The only friend the end dare not decree
Innermost potential is potentially obscene
Once we boast essential essence gleaned

Would give both eyes to watch the sunrise in moonlit reprise
Ride each ebb and flow composed to prizing rhythmic rise
Go the distance time and time again
No questions posed
If only to see single soul repose deposed of blight

Sleep with one eye open
To keep vigil of the night
Be the lighthouse stood upon the rocky crag in very plainest sight
Show the only part of me I held back for myself
Overrule the rule that states I’m owned by mental health
Hold the mic so tightly that I might just earn ovation
If nothing else for changeless dedication

This is no vocation
This is everything I am
All of me endorsed to bleed each intravenous dam
This is every best laid plan I never got around to
This is why defiantly I stand
Here upon uneven ground
No fever dream be damned
For I have seen with keen
Believe that there exists a light behind our eyes
To prize as infinitely grand

There exists a light behind the eyes
If only we can find the time to pay enlightened mind
See that which the naked eye declines to entertain
Demonstrate relentless stride to endless ventures gained
Take confession
Face the grate and state enough’s enough
Break convention’s tasteless chains and call erasure’s bluff

Find the voice most deep within
Listen to the skylark sing
Stay up to ungodly hour to watch the night owl do its thing
See the magic tragically unseen
Make it now emphatically believed

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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