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The Sea Reflected in the Sky
many masts of mist
billowed a spray of
possibility
as envisioned by my desire
dreams are fine for awhile
but delusions soon
require
a quill of many cursive swirls
to curl a vision fit
for a King's ransom of fantasies
she stepped from the bow
somehow
onto the crest of a wave
tsunami quelled
and felled by the peace
in her soul
the shore wiggled
and parted for each step
laughter glittered on the wings
of crystal eagles
gliding and sliding
through clouds at first drifting
then soaring like kites
on the strings of imagination
no, I did not question
my good fortune
I held her
and the universe
became
something else
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