I am wakeful
when clouds are
nesting and the wind
is thrusting.
Stars twinkling
in painted fields
A moon overflowed
and the rain begins
to rouse.
I rise in a dream
where my spirit soars
I faintly kiss
the stream.
Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou
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