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Flight

Her flight

was sweet.

And every bit as magical

as the hummingbird

sipping honeysuckle

beside her.

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She

She wished for peace

and love.

And dance parties.

In the kitchen.

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Beautiful

This life.

It is not what they have shown it to be.

The cold stone walls,

the repeating days in chains of grey.

This life is the art I hold in my own hands.

The art of my body as it stretches into the morning.

The art of breakfast as I eat the colours of the sun.

This life is what I ask it to be.

And, today, I ask it to be

beautiful.

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Emerald Sweet

I breathe

but I can’t feel you.

I soften but creation does not flow.

Am I stuck?

Or do I just think

I am stuck

because I am not flying

through raw wisps of forestland?

It is my choice to be there,

drifting in the emerald sweet.

Where I am meant to be.

Where I will always be in my mind.

And my heart.

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Dreams

Will I always dream of life beyond the creaky bones of now?

The other side of the hill will call again, no doubt, whispering: this is what your life could be.

And though my heart is full, will I always dream of something more?

Of the life beyond the life?

The echo of the here.

The shadow of the now.

Dreams are always somewhere else, aren’t they?In a place that doesn’t exist.

Shall I creep towards that place, knowing there is no destination?

Knowing the birth of a dream will only end it and call forth the birth a new one?

Knowing the dream train will never ever reach the station?

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Sail With Me

And surely as the river

of the sky soothes me,

every star of this night

will sail with me

home.

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Home

Home is in this house.

The quiet of my love for them.

The dreams of my essence, racing into a fresh new world.

Home, you are my refuge.

Family, you are my home.

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Fly Away

Falling from the sky

she sings,

‘One day I’ll fly away’.

Knowing she’ll always be falling.

Knowing she’ll always be

longing

to fly

away.

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Life As It May

Morning.

White haze beyond the window.

Eyes, hands, hair; a warm blanket nest.

Coffee, a whisper.

Peace and a day?

Or a splash of grey?

Soft.

Beyond the sunrise.

Life as it may.

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In The Arms Of A Dream

If I sit with you.

On the patio,

by the sunflowers.

If I find you

with my soft and steady gaze.

If I give you my heart,

if I whisper your name

will you hold me?

In the arms of a dream

will you hold me,

love?