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Stars gather in a twinkly show
     moon ascending in the dark sky,
          drowsy souls falling asleep
               in the still of night passing by.

        Drifting,
              floating,
                  peaceful dreams

               in gentle flows of height, and depth,
         myriad auroras of colors dance
a soft melody, on whispered breath.

Lingering just a moment or two
      as the world of dreams take hold,
           putting tired souls at ease
               in a soothing light of mosaic gold.

        Drifting,
              floating,
                  in songs of night

            magical melodies fill the air,
      floating upon a gentle breeze
tranquil moments, and answered prayers.

Stars gather in a twinkly show
     moon ascending in the dark sky,
          drowsy souls falling asleep
               in the still of night passing by.
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My heart quickens
           as a ragged skein
                 of Canada geese flies
                                         silhouetted
                                                benea­th a full moon hanging
                                                         ­      in a blue Minnesota winter sky.
                                                            ­   When a bald eagle
                                                         flies into the scene
                                  to further confound my senses,
                              I think this may be more
           than serendipitous coincidence.


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                     might be
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Dang it!  I just can't get the top of this to line up.  Any suggeestions?

The universe closes in on me
galaxies align
in matrices of light

This moment was never
meant to be

I'm a cloud
telling tales to the sky
a bit of wind
and I'll be gone

The moment slips through
my fingers
water into the well
while time
that mortal dragon
is readily slain
for there are no dragons
time is a myth
and this universe
bends backwards upon itself
eating its remains
and issuing forth
new life
in a fugue of renewal

again
and again.

Today the air fell
through the roads making hopstotch
into bowl of oats

Was then she noticed
the horses in a meadow
Seemed to stand so still

The world had slanted
Yet through her house window a
moustache of a man

one of ancient age
sat and wrote a letter to
his wife in heaven

Tears rolled down his face
As he dabbed his pen into
his tiny ink ***

He climbed through a crack
in the sky and sat on a
floating fluffy cloud

Tis there he saw his
wife plant seeds in a garden
She gave him a smile

She told him she was
happy and he needed to
be happy as well

The horses began
to gallop jumping over
the wire fences

Her window shattered
And his ink dripped into the
deepness of the ground

She woke the next day
And saw a pretty flower
Standing all alone

Lying next to ground
A small white enevelope blew
into the big sky

landing right next to
the flower , she knew then his
loved his wife truly

A few days later
The flower had disappeared
And the clouds had rained

Blue ink coloured the
sky leaving one fluffy cloud
to float aimlessly