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LYNNIA SHANLEY

Passed that old trail...

11/18/2016

 
Take me on this ride
to this high they call EPIPHANY

I walk in a slumber
but I can smell the beat;

it moves in waves of color I've never seen.
Maybe it's sister can help me clear the air of this childish mind...

"No more!" said the jabberwocky 
"On you go" whooooos the owl

These stones are pressured and then the gem strums along
and I find myself dancing with the lilies who've known my story all along. 

Sway back and forth
until dawn awakens our soul,
drunk from the stars shine;
      "I want more"

Share it with you
for you are Divine. 

Can we take a walk?
Passed that old trail?
The one where we used to laugh and twirl our hair? 
There's still a moment I want to create.

So I can hold the hand of nostalgia one last
Time
escapes like a  bird going south.
Chilled to the bone.

What'd we do to deserve this solidarity? 

The trees speak out loud this time as their leaves float to the ground in song.

Goodnight sweet soul. 
Once more let me rock you a lullaby. 

I promise to hold extra tight
and when I see that twinkle in your eye,
I'll know my heart will keep your song  forever more.

Oh words.
Words fall out of me like a shot of unknown poison.
Why force it
when they can walk straight to the roof top on their own.

"On you go" once more

Tranquil in this spot - the mind takes a journey.
​I am a child.

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