Sweet, sweet, SWEET
dew drops clinging to the mystery they came from and then...
devoured!
Shared with the new day.
delivered!
and again!
they arise from the crepuscular prism of night
mini oasises left by the gypsies and faeries
for the travelers of life!
AWAKEN!
Aren't you SunShine?!
You have a melody.... have I heard it?
have you been moving to its orchestration like a lotus arising
from the unknown clutter of chaos
into such arriving,
that sweetness, the potent arousal of arriving, the immediate, primordial oasis
endures through all the questioning, turmoil, and toxic plumes?
Your sound, your sun, like an equator echoing
through a labyrinth,
waking open the gate for each new arrival of light
to be birthed. to be breathlessly and breathfully birthed.
each sound, sun, equator is a newly formed fountain
of dawning dew for the household of Earth to imbibe.
Your very existence quenches the Earth.
I Love You
Your Beloved
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