…Flights of fantasy (X) Mid-morning tea party…

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Bewildering eyes- steam arises.
Wild light on the rise- warmth surprises.

Marking the hour- thirst as companion.
Bidden by powers- careless abandon.

Suppressed and steaming ‘neath shine and gleam
and oh, to steam – to steam — to steam!

Unsheathed, unwieldly off the banner of a dream.

To sweeten, in sorrow, pressed tight ‘gainst the veil.
What light, what power still cannot fail.
Leaping- to lark limb by stirring limb.
Stirred lightly and pressed deep within.

And so our day begins. A captured light prevalent.

Set sail by winds what rise to win.

Present at christening – naming it thusly
An ode to the thirsty.


...we do but little that we might endure
xo

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