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*she dreamed in a field of pure vision,
and observed all light combine,
to create the thought that she was there,
{close in thought was I}
as the world spoke, where?*
lightning streaked the sky,
leaves of the millennia drifted through her veins
spinning mosaic horizons of laughing , shouting greens
filled atmospheres , oh a great shining bauble of emerald
somehow sacred, or was it profane
{our spirits racing the weathervane,}
chasing the thought across oceans of air
caught within flashing web like waves of silver
threading majesties of moonbeam into
sweetly sighing embers of deeply burnished
sleepy golden cradles of release,
sipping wines of amber dreams at last
bursting open casks of violet dyes of sunsets
drowned in straining banners of vermilions
our hearts beat fantastic patterns winged with amethyst
motes {I never could describe}
*she dreamed in a field of pure vision,
and observed all light combine,
to create the thought that she was there,
{close in thought was I}
as the world spoke, where?*
Poetry by jesse
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Written on 2006-11-14 at 22:06
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