The Joy Of Dreams
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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
gravity
what have I got to pretend about
any more
nothing
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
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