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An Open Haven

Circling dim lights in an open haven

smelling roses in the gentle meadow

seeing time sprout from the ankles of the night

feeling fireflies gift a wisp of life

 

In space of nothing comes everything

like echoes calling from the sun’s rear

where nightfall has a voice of her own

and winds tickle frost and still

 

There are no bells to chime

when thoughts travel too far and free

cleaving to the reins of bare ecstasy

touching quiet souls hand in hand

 

The moon tells a tale of happy seconds

lived under its cloak of soothing light

and though time runs with her heart

that fleck of life breathes memories, eternally.

ImageCourtesy: gothrix.deviantart.com

ImageCourtesy: gothrix.deviantart.com

 

 

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