Child of my dreams floating warm and free
captive deep inside of me you swim
leaking in a way you show some swollen sign
so that others wondering ask somewhat shy
what are you dreaming and how does it grow
I only can tell them I do not know
Captivated by my own creation
I look to the sky for a sign of peace
dripping from my heart I find
nothing really binding as it climbs
a tall mountain rising up out of the sea
I find myself wondering what will it be
With my small heart walking now faster
singing a song that knows its own end
but will not betray its pleasant way
before its gestation time is through
so it trickles along like a river wide
gaining strength from deep inside
And I'm left only painting broadly
on this moving canvas of my kin
pulled at edges by sharp knives threatening
struggling for my attention and curiosity to end
but then a strange green light floods over me
and suddenly I find I can let it be free
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Photo: Susan Brandt Graham
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