where dreams flow
I want to know
rare glimpses have I caught
in far off hills and distant thought
while tending torments and sewing scars
the light did dart through my heart
some moments arrive in the storm front
others, with clarity, come on clouds
among lands so pure, a sacred space
where the clock and scale have no face
there is no measure in a dream
of time and space, their mortal stream
where life can sing eternally
filling deep springs so faithfully
circling above the water
dreams flow
and know
I cannot
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