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becoming, bliss, connection, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, life, living, love, magic, nature, old maps, passion, reason, restless, southern, spirit, stars, truth, wandering
these fields
have been my saving grace
how long
from waking stirred
to blur the lacey edges
come of sleep
will carry me
a lifetime more
than crystal stems
and longing
beyond the velvet echoes
of goodbye
given me direction
with one more
purple dawn –
peepers crowd beneath
the rafters now
warm the line
between the road
and where it was I knew
you’d find me here
with every want
made true
shadows
to an outstretched hand
spirit held by name –
as somewhere soft
this once
you fell into
the wonder
of awaking –
as a dream
beyond the night
as answer to a wish
made long ago
. . .
tornadoday 