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The Joy Of Dreams


57 years gone
how did I go
where did I go
I see a parts of me skipping
in a white gown barefoot backwards
like a child

the seriousness of things
weighs so I prefer to fly
I am looking for a headwind
a runway
a new approach

laughter and lightness
and clouds
are preferable
to the weight of the earth
and all of its

what have I got to pretend about
any more
I know who I am
so what if they don't know
I know

more spirit
less earth bound
more creature
less human
more universe
no more defined

feeling the sky open up
the Great Spirit
is here
to welcome me and
wed me to the joy of dreams


draft/copyright Jan 9 2015 All Rights Are Reserved By This Author
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Copyright Meloo/Melissa A. Howells straight from her Tilt-a-World.

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