Future Chasing

In the deep places
Where every stream of words keeps
There abides a space
We can sometimes tender reach
To work miracles with lines.

A whisper within
The cold September rain sings
The joy of your name
Captivating me again,
The storm, beloved, begins.

Be, dance, read, sing, write,
The materials we feel, touch,
Create us all real.

Time will find us each
Among the careful gardens
Where butterflies play
Weaving beauty and magic
Hope and creativity.

Given we well know
Ourselves, one another, seems
We might harness dreams
To transport us across space,
Time to live of love and peace.

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