Poetry

Falling

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Waking from restful sleep
Expectant, pregnant, open and full.
wondering about trivia,
missing clues and evidence.

Staring at the artifacts of my life,
I am reminded of searching for shells at the beach.

Picking up slivers - seeking the one perfect shell -- unbroken, intact.

Dreams are as precious,
cracked and smashed against reality.

What is left of my hopes.
Can I ever find joy in repetition.

Falling deep into her eyes,
I lose my way.
Turning, twirling I dance my way back,
no straight line to paradise.

Weeping for vision,
my eyes are cleansed
and I can gaze uninterrupted at the whole of it.

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