I can blow open your dreams,
it is just in the way I breathe.
Butterflies float by on lazy
breeze, hummingbirds flit
becoming beating heart of
ancient tree ~ Mary
stands
in green corner, yellow
flowers float above her head.
There is a ghost standing in
the shadows, I know her,
she is a darker humming of me.
She holds out her arms, all
the bruises have long ago faded.
All the scratches have been stitched
closed. Behold the
patchwork promise.
And the one with sweet, straight
lines drinks all the tears with
quiet words and magic hands.
My roots have found their coordinate
in the spider web twist, in the lightening
bug lantern. My way
is lit and shining.
And he will hold me, with steady arms
even as I call the storm into being.
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