Sunday, April 10, 2016

poem of the day April 10


The dream ended
with the flock of geese
flying somewhere
toward the break of day
The dawn crack
between the worlds
opening the valley
behind the eyes
with song
Everything was so simple
Free of clutter
Free of worry
Free of everything
but omnipresent song
so encompassing 
I could not tell if
the sounds were
from me
or for me

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