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mist hovers warm
as a dove’s swollen breast
til all I can see
of the morning
are lights I imagined
a lantern still burns
as reason retreating
from a place
long ago
clipped to the edges
of a solace remembered
just twenty nine steps
past the gate
a ribbon is wed
by orchid to cedar
and left a reminder
to the path
that you know
a way undecided
by the passing of days
nights folded softly
to prayer
ten thousand mornings
a lifetime or more
are held to forever
in this sweet
afterglow
. . .
That’s a wonderful piece of writing.
The power of boon and bane …
Hmmm…! ‘Tis sweet as a song, darlin’ girl, a melody heard and understood by heart ‘n mind. ‘Tis worthy of ya. ~ xo ~
Himself