Dreams awaken as gentle winds drift
The pulse of my heart begin to lift.
Swept into a hush that whispers through the air
I feel gentle light caress me with tender care.
Across my curled shoulders and pulled towards embrace
The sun reaches towards my searching face.
Held like a child lost from the night I am gathered, nestled, with all put to right.
Such sacred guardian dwells close to me. It seems that I simply forget to see
that I am never only singularly me.

Linda Willows


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