In shapes and vapors of the sky
Or on the glow of moonbeams cast about
Rest comes - a gentle angel
She walks in the stillness of dreams
Floats enraptured, enchanted
Gliding upon the ether of sleep
On the outskirts of places forgotten and unknown
Among the quiet trembling of the trees
In the mists of an early dawn
Drawn along between the here and there
Where I was and where I go
A rich rushing canyon river of billows,
Peaceful carriage and turbulent flowing
In the bodiless floating and drifting now
As a vision perplexing the mind
Wonderful, bright, and burnished pure
In the houses and mansions of the soul
Graceful as the wind tracing each slumbering body
She dances o’er the dormant and unassuming
Balancing on the breath and the beating heart
She is the womb that carries dreams
An arch of archetypes and feelings
A flower fragrant in the night
A mirror in the heart - Vanishing by day
Made clear in the revelation of birdsong
Singing for joy under the spell of heaven’s dew
Each morning droplet a blessing left behind
Memories of her cloudy white bridal train
(Pic from Doug Blue - Women Life)
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