Breezes pervade…
Places that were not there a second ago

And is this a flower
That layeth me down to face thee?
Thou art a worthy adversary
That needeth a veneer
To veil thy severity

And yet it is a severity that is gentle;
Verily, thy shiny blades
Exhibit a rare softness

So saying, I taketh thy hand
And leadeth thee
To where thine eyes shine
With celestial radiance
Unbeknownst to mere mortals

May the warmth of the sunrise waketh thee
Marry, the tide may turn before thine awakening

Arise!
Arise and see, my good lady
Seek thy resting place
And yet keep thy freedom
Foremost in thy consciousness

And the Sun rose
And cast its light over her
And coaxed her into the realms
Of consciousness

The water glistened like crumpled tin foil
And in the song of the sea
She heard a subliminal voice
Quiet enough to be unavoidable

Shine, my good lady…
Shine like the star that thou art
Giveth the light that no other canst find

09/13/2000

Posted on 10/13/2001
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