Image by livepine via FlickrI think... I dream... I sleep beneath dark skies. I see a motion picture show behind closed eyes. The sliver of moon, a beacon of light, a pathway for my flight.
A vast space of twinkling stars, calling my name, inviting me to dance. Surrounding me with romance.
Free from weight... a temporary abode, I take my leave. My soul will fly to play in the midnight sky.
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To have great poets... there must be great audiences
~ Walt Whitman
Thank you for being that audience!