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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, life, love, memory, passion, reason, soul signature, southern, truth
to tip the moon over
with silver desire
wings where stars
used to gleam
darkness rocks gentle
the cradle of soul
– canopy stitched
of dragonfly dream
shades of imagine
we fitted with glass –
sails of whisper and lace
cedar white oars
cut ribbons of black –
as streams
sought the night –
our fault to erase
the magical mistress
of wonder made real –
storybook telling
of where we might go
just past the edge
of all they had warned
is a world made
of nothing
we know
. . .
tornadoday 