Lifted feathered winged warble of a dream
Has sailed in, but May storm roused me with a growl;
then the thunder crowned dawn with a stream
Of rhymes sent with loud rain thumps and wind howl
To wake you. In lost hours each stares at the ceiling,
rapt on high to tuneful verses of adored
that striped distance to a flooded feeling
jammed in wide open eyes tearing a cord
heard only by lovers who love despite
Their fates written for some future lives;
A trice of knowing is body of pure light
Clad in heavens and all stars that only love thrives;
For, even though present life plays the odd
Against us, let’s dance to cosmic tunes in accord.

 

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