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Oct 2010
it’s quiet in the night.
blanketed by silence my mind wanders without bounds
over moonlit miles
unfettered by time and distance
to concentrate on a single point of a beating heart.

focused.

just knowing that it exists settles me
and i rest easier knowing that maybe -
just maybe,  
my flying consciousness is met halfway in the night sky
and dances with yours under the cold vigilance
of stars burning years ago,  
their light on their own journey toward us,
bathing us in the other worldly glow
of shared dreaming
and yearning
for the same unknown.
frances lee
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