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had she not appeared in that clearing
so lost
had she not crossed my threshold
on that september day
had not her voice
drifted like silk on a summer breeze
to wrap sheer and sweet
around my heart
had not I been drawn
like a bloom to the morning sun
had not I been captivated
as a hummingbird
by a drop of nectar
crystal on a velvet petal
had not my love come down
soft as a rolling mountain meadow
had not this dream been born
had not my life begun again
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rob kistner © 2012
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sailing on a skiff of dreams
the ferryman standing watch
you soar untethered
‘mong the clouds of wonder
to magical mystical ports of call
where all imagined is in your grasp
if only you could stay the course…
but fast – daybreak approaches
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The Final Dream…
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caught in the final dream
called forth by the ferryman
spirit stirs to the distant voice
readies for the journey
one foot still in this mortal realm
soul resigned to embarkation
time folding in upon
as slow you approach the light
• • •
rob kistner © 2010
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