Dreamscaping

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And I saw the edge of a hawk’s wing filled with wind,

while the crow lived in the shadows waiting his turn,

but within a whisper

I was brought back to earth,

the smell of lavender and vanilla,

My Love rolling over,

planting a kiss on my cheek.

Her smile saying,

“Good morning”. 

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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Touching the Sky

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On every mountain we walk through the veil,

with just a glimpse really

of all that was made.

And now we recognize our connection,

having seen it,

having touched the sky

we know for certain

there is more.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies