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Friday, February 08, 2008

In dreaming ...

By Francis Scudellari

Jet-blue dreaming, my sky opens
Up-purposed, as future-promised
Bliss trails forward, radiant paths
Intention-paved, like pointed hands
I've been so many times offered
In past sleeping, drowsed by sounding
Spirits, aerial musings meant
My once treasured longings to quell

Let me be, thought less for reaching,
Lusty leaping, gilt-ringed raiment
At last grasped, then-vision dissolved
By now peaking sun's wake-full raze,
Left holding, in empty embrace,
A memory carried with me,
Remembered only in cloud-haze,
Conscious stored for further dreaming
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