like snow in my ears
quiet comes demanding sleep
asking nothing else
the visit stills me
slows my ticking clocks
opens my eyes
in stillness I look up
from the malestrom
from my petty today
finding myself
in the midst of the sky
with no fear of falling
bouyed beyond today
looking into tomorrows
breathing in the clouds
I see in all directions
for great distances
where dreams shimmer
I originally published this on Tribe. Here it is again.
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