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What is it you know
what does anyone know…
The sand through your fingers
the wind through the years
Last season unturned
the snows of our summer
The answers autumnal
—the valley below

(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
Take me dream to pleasant dreams
In silence
On  night’s island
where different colored flowers are awake under dark velvet blanket sky
In the presence of white admirals.
Black feline on the hunt
watching carefully this strange behavior.

Listening to silent night
of peaceful midnight longings.
Where in my dream I’ll pick for you beautiful wildflowers
Smell the sweet scent of nights air
while waiting for you
in my dream’s dream garden.



Shell✨🐚
Midnight’s longings
I sat in silence
Watched the night
As it’ seemed day
The pearls of light
Reckoned an awaken

For its bliss was summer
A solace of freedom  
In a quite confinement
its beauty like no other
It’s moon so radiance
The giggling of stars  
My silence was stiff
There is a light of a different kind
In darkness, lit blue lights
A vision it takes to see
The visible through fleeting lights

Alone in groups they stay
Calm and conversant
Ever chanting, rhythmic voices low
Reverberant and slow

Breathless under the unrelenting sea
Through darkness one sees
The pathways in twilight
To Allay and alleviate
Woke to the crimson sky
The sky is roaring darkness
Trumpeting fiery uncertainties
Great soul don't buckle under
The weight of the Leviathan
My soul keep hope alive infinite
My spirit keep hope high in infinity
The morning of glory'll surely dawn
With ominous clouds disappearing
As golden rainbows hold reign
In immortality of glorious beauties.
I am now worthless because of your generosity.
I'm looking for my husband.  He has
disappeared into some place inside
his mind, like a sea creature slides
into a coral bed.

Quick now, here he is for a moment
or an hour.  Like a Robin bobs in
the yard, he is beautiful in his song
before he vanishes into the sky,
flying above or around me.

Are his pieces forever gone? Will
I find a kiss behind my chair meant
for me alone? Will my sorrow erase
the years of love?

I will be brave today.  Tomorrow
I will be the coral he needs. A small
animal in a very large and
strange ocean. .

Caroline Shank
5.4.20
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