I sit to write
the universe ignites
Dreaming life sprouts
pierce the heart of doubt
I can't decide
for whom I write
A single silhouette?
Or entire worlds unmet
The smell of chai
the symphony of sky
Hanging half moons
over pine tree saloons
Everywhere is godliness.
Everything is remembrance.
Of the one the only
True Love Story
Inside me inside you
whether we are three or two
Dreaming of Divinity
Reaching for Reality.
2009- Poland Spring, ME. Blast from the past.
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