A Divine Sleep
The further I traveled from
me, the closer I came to you –
found myself nearing with
such found release...my heart swelling
sweet generous nectar; sensing no loss,
but, in fact, more abundance
for sharing and receiving. It is the lesson of love,
the ripening of heart's dearer agents through selfless caring –
Indeed! Love is a nurturing school...of small little
chirps, purring, and needy cries; it is cold dark
forced out by the graceful warming of heavenly
pairing: The rests minimal, and pianissimos
ever brighter: Shakespeare was not so overly theatrical
about the world being a stage, nor Poe too
speculative, about all seeming a dream
within a dream – for love is dreamy, magical
and mystically deep – The Universe shouting,
Encore!~More!~applauding endlessly such
Divine Sleep....
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