A dream of wildflowers

Places spent within
The realm of a full moon dream
Dancing spirits of wildflowers
Spinning in the colors
Of a child’s mind.
I have been here
Once not so very long ago
Awakened to the sweet silence.
Spring mornings sun finds me
Pondering thoughts that slip away
In the steam of the waters beyond
Wispy clouds dissipate
As I come to the place
Of focus.
Sweet blossom quivers
Breezes gently blow
Swirling ghostly coolness,
I stretch my arms to the sky
As the languid muscles bestow
Invisible energy to the sister moon
A dance of grace
As blessings move through
Like the flowers surrounding me
Swaying to the melody
Of another day.

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