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| The Sunday Muse |
Darkness sweeps across the sky
shadows of you and I creep past
in this lonely room of heartbreak
sharp talons wait, a bird of prey
in the corner shapes take form
hints of imagination begin to stir
in this altered reality, breathing
shallow caws, a blackbird's song
wandering the internal labyrinth
in the distance a black moon rises
drifting into a conscious slumber
surrealism appears beyond the veil
there under a massive bonsai tree
an oracle of insight with long graying hair
wisdom interwoven in his braided beard
ushering me to sit across from him
pouring a warm cup of ancient tea
bowing my head , sipping its flavor
his eyes green emeralds of the sea
touching my heart of indigo blue
a soft flutter of mending wings
cupped within my hands of hope
light filters through the dark void
opening my palms, taking flight
freeing the captive within
Author's note: I have had a rough week and part of this poem
is from a dream encounter. Wishing you peace & health
Thank you for your visit.
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