(Under the beautiful star the right path will be illuminated)

Translucently straightforward, it’s all beyond explanation,
Always golden… nourishing on the deliciousness of “now.”

! stir under a blanket o’ morn
while the unraveling of a dream
signals my arms t’pull back
the rumpled fabric of sleep that covers me.
! conspire for so much more…

... An image of the truth whispers

Lopsided grace,
and jus’ trying t’stay human
makes my frayed angel hair
a tangled mess

By "ooznozz"