Foolish Little Dream

I am Lovely and Lonely and I Belong Deeply To Myself

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You can’t sleep

Me  neither

Lets not sleep together

Come walk with me

Under the trees

On this hot summer night

The Moon is full

The stars, well

They waltz with

The Moon

In the midnight sky

Take my hand and

Waltz with me

Under the trees with

The fireflies and crickets

Let the soft breeze

Caress everywhere lips can touch

Breath tender words and desire

Slip into my stillness

Dance with me

Under the trees

My heart whispers sweet secrets

To the Gypsy Moon

They know my name, the moon

And stars and speak

It with delight

I am the dream

The means by which

You may enter

Under the trees

Come this way, come this way

We have opened the locks

Of time and space

The night is endless

And dreams are true

There is nothing old

There is nothing dead

The wheels of time

Turn back again

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Child of moon dust

Read this one from bottom to top as well, great read..

Peace, Love and Patchouli

Night falls on weary shoulders
Cool air descends
Steam rises on water
Distant sounds
Symphony of the moon.
Rain damp ground
Glistens in moonlight stream
White light leaves a shadow
As she sits
Eyes closed
Breathing the air of midnight.
Fireflies dance
In the dark spots of the mind
A twinkle of light
Luminous thoughts drift
Sleep stays at bay.
Owl calls out
Nature scurries in forest homes
She sits and watches the night
Move past
Today gone
Sleep will return
The coming of dawn
Reminding of movement
Skies alive
Night to day.

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Love Fires – Spiritual Poetry

Thrive On News Spiritual Magazine

I hand the torch over to you
I’m not giving up, but I am exhausted.
From where I stand I still see our light,
but I am exhausted.

Spiritual Poetry

I cannot carry the torch
I’ve tried so hard
I climbed that mountain
I carried the weight

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Is It Love

I have a home
but I did not no where I lived
until I met you.

Spiritual Poetry

I think thats love
to tell the truth
I don’t know what
real love feels like. Continue reading “Is It Love”

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