MEDITATION

In the dawn, 
awaking to my senses,
I attempt to uncover the core of what I dreamt.

How I long to break these mortal bonds of time and space
and meet the essence of you face to face.

In the presence of your pink-winged splendor, 
what is there left to ask for?

In a moment as rare as this, I am love -
sparkling in the light of your spiritual moonbeams 
like diamonds, pure and clear.

~ Broken Wings ~

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