That magical canvas of the mind
Images sliding morphing seamlessly
free flowing ink blots
where thoughts run free
of daylight
a warm syrupy mix of feelings and impressions
communicating
telling you who you are
each morning we awake
shrug them off
their stardust residue
slides from our shoulders
we go out to face another day.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
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