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Walls fold neatly around
this empty room, |
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Warm feelings float easily,
side to side. |
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There’s no ceiling here, no
expectations |
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And no reasons to hide. |
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I’m reeling from sleeping
so many years, |
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Drunk with a passion |
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For beauty and sharing, |
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And for
simply being alive. |
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Filled with the chorus of
hopes that I cling to, |
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Along with soft spoken
prayers, |
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I am restored by the
lessons |
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the lessening fears.
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Through the windows of this
empty room, |
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My unfettered dreams
make their showy departure. |
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These bird shaped
shadows flutter all over the earth, |
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Leaving me here to wrestle
with my discoveries: |
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Memories protect me, |
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A tender connection to
someone special |
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Is precious, |
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Ideas and colors become
sounds… |
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Themes for treasured |
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And sad choices. |
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These special gifts |
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Literally fall from the sky |
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And they soothe me |
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And they smooth me |
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As they move with me |
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Through this empty, |
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Empty room. |
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Poem and Image Copyright 1999 BAC |
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