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A Collage of Light

On a wisp of wattle
that cradled in the fig,
a dreaming began,
as sleep draped veils
to nurture a gleam into
dazed eyes,
as mantles of moonbeam
wreath temples
I fell to,

A gathering cluster
that saturated all reality,

a sculptor with tool
set about carving
a bird of paradise
as form finished
it flew away

A dove birthed
from a painters brush
and wiggled free to
splash the canvas of black
staining its feathers
in obsidian

from centurions
I am gifted a
mariners compass,
they lead me to three rivers
setting sail like the hunter
after hare,
the cross and crown
my guiding lights

my keel wedged
on flying fish,
once soaring
times hand pulled
me to dock with face

now,

so weary I sleep
endless tomorrows,
and drift awake
as the phoenix
morphs to crane

infinitesimal stars
will emblazon my hair
with constellations
as I regather from
the comforts of reverie

and every now and then,
seeing miniature worlds
in specks of wonderment
reminds me,

I am just dream-weaving
through southern nights

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Free verse
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words: 
I have always been in love with the night and its beauty, this is poem that interweaves our southern constellations into word
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Comments

what have you done to me?
this heart is laded with envy
growing stronger internally
in every single read

the magic that you spin
is not a dream
it is alive, breathing within me
seductive and sweet like honey

love, i can't look away
you have touched my soul
and i am here to stay
'cos love, you are gold

i'm trapped by your charm
but i don't want to be freed
i want more and more
i'm drowning in greed

from miles away
i hailed your name
can you hear my voice
singing in the rain?

Love
Alid

The greatest gift we can give each other here is a gift of words, I cherish your verse it brought such a smile, thank you my friend

love Jayne x

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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guess you had to wake finding a pen in your hand , and then the mariners they deserted to shores of obeisance and the poet

A long dream in the making, it all had to fit together just so, I am glad you enjoyed the ride hun

love Jayne x

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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A beauty from your pen has draped my mind with visions of dreams, there is something here you can write but need to do wander as a light beam into those realms of fantasy where sleep is secondary but it will come to those as they read more and close their think, Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

If you like this one you will love the next I have been editing it for a couple of days it should be ready to be posted tomorrow night, I hope you get time to read it. thanks for the read and the visit I always appreciate it

with love always Jayne x

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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