they exist
they are betwixt
young
and eternal,
bold
and Gentle,

there is
a beauty
like None Other,

for each
is unique
and can be
found Ubique,

so stay with
me when
sleep wrestles
my head to
the bed
and holds
me there
till I yield,

a field fertile
with rows
upon
rows of sleepy
potatoe eyes,

or stars that
have taken
light years
to get them
selves seen,

or just two
old souls,
you and me side
by side, by side, by side, by
holding our breath,

until
laughter
bursts,

like dandelion clocks
blown by a breath
that bubbles to the
surface of the quiet
pool of peace from
the old soul you are.


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