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Over a Dream (again) Last night, I witnessed true beauty, As I lay upon a bed of green clover. The stars spoke in a language of flickering light. The crickets and toads surrounded me. Their voices flirted in the breeze like fiery spirits in an Apache’s dream. I felt the wind dance upon my face. The voice of creation was enveloping me. She was kind and gentle like a lover’s kiss. A Spirit stunning and vast implored me to take her hand. Cleansed by the water of truth, which spilled from her pores. I grew lighter with every drop, Which condensed on my brow. I was seduced by the enormity Of the world, yet saddened by humanity’s destruction. My anxiety had constructed an inescapable cage. The key was hidden in a vague memory. The freedom of childhood fantasy. When I had seen the world for the first time, and not behind jaded eyes. The serpent of dread had constricted my heart, now it was free to beat again. What a brilliant flicker in the flame of time! Thank you special friend! You helped me discover the rhythm and pulse of the moment, Which lulled me off to sleep and cradled me within a peaceful dream. |
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This is a revised poem I submitted a while back.
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