As I awoke in the middle of the night a vision came to me. I was so touched by it that I it inspired this poem. I would like to share it with you:
There is a time at the end of each day when shadows grow long and I long to play
In the meadows of grass that are blown by the wind from the mountains up north to the valleys within
As I lay by a stream that is fed from above I drink from it's bounty and bathe in its love
A love that began in the sands up on high in a desert remote that belongs to the sky
When I lay down to sleep at the end of the day I can feel the world that is still at play
Then the night growing still in my arms comes to stay for a few tender hours, a few or a day
Now my soul takes flight to place in the clouds where I'm safe for the moment, safe in it's love
I delight in the bliss of my lovers first kiss as the earth moves below and I cease to exist
We are one ...
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