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how am I to wonder
and still
the morning comes
fresh as tears
to grace the baby green
petals begged to open
sleepy eyes awake
eager now to hear
the story told

of distant fields
and gardens fair –
winded wills and worry –
forests drawn in aprons
of a song
played within the stillness
of one more time
I’ve gone
far beyond the touch
that is the dawn

how is now
I’ve traveled
beyond the reach of dreams –
beyond the safe abode
of tethered night
walked with stars
and tripped my way
into another light –
brushed aside the veil
to free my soul

. . .