The Translucent Veil Unfolding

Oh, gentle stream,
exude marvelous light as gentle as a feather,
break me from medusa’s curse,
unfreeze me from the marble I’m encased in.
These dreams I’ve lost within the gentle ripples
always end up washing back to me
On the banks of my brain
lie the dreams I possess once again.

A lantern of the mind
glows with a warmth so true
it draws me in like a moth
and feeds my thoughts right back to me
I lay under an ivory trellis of intertwined ideals,
reflecting ideas from post to post
with details tangled in the vines
and a gentle wind speaking them to me
The unfolding of futures before my very eyes
flows beautifully,
like the stream from which it was born.

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