In our dreams, our minds begin their journeys,
bringing us to castles, and hawks
and light drifting, flickering
down empty corridors of stone
and perhaps a lover’s breath
on our cheek
to hide us from the dragon’s wrath,
as our spirits learn to rest
we breathe easier.
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Harbors hold us anchored, but only until we are brave enough
to admit we needed the rest, and until we seek more
than just the wind. A deep knowing that our hearts
are renewed, by longing more frequently
for the setting sun.
Note: My friends I am seeking a deeper rest
but to be honest, I often wonder how.
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