Opening

There is an opening.

Carefully, it fills my being;

Softly humming, it warms me

Flowers blossoming.

I stand in the sunlight, naked;

Asking to receive,

Blessing of the sacred,

As a hollow reed.

In the shadows of a love,

Magic, in the dark;

Sweet the nectar from above;

Reach to touch the stark

Shapes of thoughts

Not yet shrouded

In mystery.

I am afraid,

Of the opening;

I am afraid

Of the deep yearning;

It is time

To go on…

Into the dreams of the future.

It is time

To dance

With the dead.

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