There is a dreamer within the soul of a poet
that constantly elevates his spirit to rise;
absorbing colors, music, movement, the tangible
and intangible in the most profound ways;
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I feel so blessed to view the sky,
To watch God’s majestic birds fly;
To hear them wake, begin to sing,
Then leave their tree limbs on the wing.
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In a flower's velvet petals
There dwells a divine scent and hue
Soon a tiny creature settles
That will help pollinate a few.
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The sun and the moon are
in parallel line with our world and
sister world that spins side by side;
interdimensional through reality's eye.
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Watch the birds in flight
As they soar from sight
Over verdant canopies;
With their nests below
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First snow on tree tops,
Canadian pristine...
Nature's own beauty
Of spirit supreme.
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The
lights went
out when he
died, and I am
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I hear the whispers of past souls
That guide me through life’s
Wondrous garden of flowers.
Each flower has a unique
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Breathe in the scent of cool autumn air.
Watch it softly wafting Pele’s hair*.
Hues adorn leaves in bright vivid shades
Drinking in water as fresh rain cascades.
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History journeys along with its meandering flow as
a wide birth from bank to bank has eyes straining
trying to see across to the other side, far too wide.
Muddy rivulets stirred up by the river boats drift by
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