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May 2015
Once this door did open so,
Letting me so enter though,
Inside all around me burst,
A sunshine ray, a little thirst.

In dimensions far and high,
Feelings of such joy and cry,
Soothing thoughts lie ahead,
Am I living, or am I dead?

Feeling floating on a cloud,
Endless time, thoughts aloud,
Not consumed with any dread,
Crazy thoughts circling my head.

Laughter in the distance so,
Other spirits here I know,
Joy abounding fills my heart,
Not an ending, but a start.

Caring not about the time,
Lost within my single mind,
Hands so graceful now I see,
And they reach for only me.

Carefree, light as moment allows,
Understanding the here and now,
Swirling universe before me know,
Moving so slowly within the flow.

Then to see his graceful arrival,
Guess I had achieved survival,
So much passion, so much love,
This morning I have met the dove.
Written by
Carl Gene Hardwick  65/M/Arizona
(65/M/Arizona)   
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