sistermine,
what magickdust lay
within your curls
to make this company
soar above reality?

my vision is surrounded
by faerie wings and sacred things.

sundaes with caramel and cookiedough
appear from the sky.
Thor took lighting and
placed it in my palm.
and i tingled and electrified the air.

and you with your jewels
and gifts and words.

poetry in everflowing motion.

and when i am grey,
i will speak of this day,
and tell the loving tale
of how the vision ended:
"what would you do
if you could not fail?"

06/03/2002

Posted on 06/03/2002
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