Tuesday, July 7, 2009

The Conscious Imperative

I didn’t dream of rain but in the rain I
dreamed of her through the maelstrom
lights flashing an intersection of
rhythm conscious release movement all
together each a primal dream realized
touching that ethereal essence so
vital yet impossible to retain an
ecstasy of a moment made pure
when her eyes locked upon mine
telling me to come her way

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