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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, dreams, fearless, grace, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, restless, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering
come the evening
sweet and blue –
as windswept through the window
would carry me
to worlds beyond the words
beyond the reach
of verses
honeysuckle vine –
beyond the reach
of wanderers
the moon
felt the grace
of falling –
somewhere still I wait
as sunlight
lemon kissed
beyond the shade
were petals spent
in knowing
where the light has gone
morning sits
the night with me
again
. . .
tornadoday 