Morning sputters

into new day


Heaven can wait:

I’m tied in tangled


skeins of dream

scrambling semaphore


of feeling.


You’re so sure

of love’s need


straight down the line:

so who am I to argue?


Shooting stars, a

galaxy of hope


un-curdled by life’s



Is it time to listen

to your song?


See myself through

new eyes


wide open.

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