Revelations

Everyday is a revelation

To discover new words,

New sounds and new ways

To dream–

Into the distant realms

We go hand in hand

Bowing down to the trees

That grow into the skies–

These days are dreams

In waking hours

As we walk gently in the warm

Waters close to forgotten

Beaches lost in time–

Relish in the present

Those moments

That linger

Between heaven

And earth–

Images pressed against

The womb of the sunset

The day that grows

And grows

Into a night where

Fresh dreams are cultivated–

And our breaths and our pulses

Are eternal

And one with the earth.

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