You fly to me upon the
morning’s breath, a Muse
of inspiriation triple-formed.
Rainbow colors dazzle eyes too long
accustomed to the dark,
and as the colors run You reveal
Yourself in Bauture’s guise.
You envelope me in laughter and
Your lightness settles ’round me
like an insubstantial veil of
luminescent spider silk.
Your magic fills me with Your hope,
and knowledger of a better place to be.
Meditations
The new promise of another day. It is a beginning,
without a past or a future. What will you do with it?
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