Deep Magic of lanugo dreams written in patterns of soft hair.
They remember to me the tides of the womb, and the sea that was mother.
Still they long to rest at her shores.
Babies breath music carried on an ocean breeze.
Gentle waves of sighs on my senses.
For Daniel. For David. And for Arcadia.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
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