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Posted on April 7th, 2009 by george.
Categories: dreams, poetry.

some days
dreams feel close at hand
lucid
lashes flecked with sand

starlight
the veil worn thin and soft
threadbare
betwixt the flame and moth

bending
a single tender blade
union
an endless windswept glade

3 comments.

Brad Lougheed

Comment on April 8th, 2009.

Hi George, this might sound silly but I need to know where and how you got the “keep attacking the Nurburgring” sticker.. ive been looking for that exact one for ages… i dont want to waste time on your website with this, please email me

thank you

Brad

atoosa

Comment on November 28th, 2009.

Love this – sounds like it was inspired at least in part by this passage of one of my favorite prayers:

“Make me ready in all circumstances, O My God, to serve Thee and to set myself toward the adored sanctuary of Thy Revelation and of Thy Beauty. If it be Thy pleasure, make me to grow as a tender herb in the meadows of Thy Grace, that my movement and my stillness may be wholely directed by Thee.”

Baha’u’llah

george

Comment on November 28th, 2009.

Atoosa, thank you! That’s one of my favorite prayers too, and I thought about it as I composed the poem. Good catch. =)

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