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Hear the wind
See the breeze billow out the curtain as I sit listening to soft jazz
It seems the music and curtain dance in the midst of it all, swinging and swaying
Sound moves all things
Or though they say

Thoughts meander with sound and light
Crescendos as lightning strikes the tree in the horizon
Light pierces darkness
Only to light the flame of the candle, once again in the night
With a hand motions to be quiet
Finger across lips to hush
That moment breath comes
God's breath in a whisper
To a baby
One breath to come
Not sure what led me to this, but I was fascinated with shush. And got creative with it.
Looking onward,
Sun sets the sky gold
Golden highlights on ember stones
As iron turns to molten lava blue
As the sun settles on the rise
Rose colored stones darken
Green brush lit a fire in the changing leaves
Soon it sets dark
Set the embers aside
To turn to fire again in the morn
Sleep now child
It will all be answered
I love the fall. And campfires.
You taught me a love like I had as I became one with the universe.
You taught me like as if I were the sky. Rays between, above as below.
I meet with the stars, as the sun settles and the moon blooms
Oh sweet prairie, let me lay down
In sweet scents and tickles on my face
Sweet love like a release of air
To be your breath
Our breath
The breath in between.
I long
For you.
I was on the phone with a boyfriend of that time, we were talking and a Sunbeam light refracted off my window pane and blinded me a bit. I had to get off the phone with him right away once the poem came to me. It's like that with me, it's like a rush of golden light that with the conversation and light, it forced me to stop. And get this on paper. And this is what came of it. I hope you like it 💕

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