ripples in the dream waters

in the time of in-between,

in those suspended moments within the now and then,

in the shaded holy

where the tips of  weeping willows kneel to  sip

from the slowing of the stream,

there is a place, a place in the flow of life,

a place where souls and angels come to play,

in the lazy, lazy of the summer day,

where the heated air

and the cooling water

come together in misty dreams.

here, I lose myself

in the what might be,




and then a dragonfly hovers,

and the still, still air is moved,

a ripple comes to life and passes through the waters,

these dream-waters,



and I was there.





The End

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