Even-dreams by moon’s soft light gleams
circular rising,
riding in higher waves
magical and grand:
alive with living,
reaching deep within the Self.
Within this place, elation surfaces
here where dreams are mere
whispering echoes of the heart
and a slipping wind song
from deep within
shining moonbeam’s radiance dance
across the creases on my sheets.
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