A spirit-healer helping a lost soul to move on…
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A noiseless patience weaver where on a little promatory it stood isolated |
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Marked how to explore the vacant vast surrounding |
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Launched forth filament, filament, filament-ing out of itself |
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Ever~unreeling them, ever~tirelessly speeding them |
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Etched in a my~raid of spirits where you stand |
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Twine bounded, surrounded, detached in measureless oceans of ecstasy |
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Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them |
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Piercing to the matter of unity gaze~like distance twinkling stardust magic |
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Till the bridge needs be formed |
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Till the doc-tile anchors it’s hold |
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Till the gossamer threads it’s flings |
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Catches somewhere to the connections |
| Beautiful yet bashful |
| Without breaking it’s own silk, gliding into the center |
| Stand galvanized in wonders of near mythic beauty of enchanted night |
| As bone~chilling cold lustrous image serenely mirrored pulling onto your innermost secrets in your soul |
| Wheeling you through a dream~scape of the spirits through the sands of history |
| Twilight falls with eerie swiftness spell~binding moment |
| Back~lit by the moon and stars, as in the vision, |
| Drums are all silence, all is silenced, |
| One up lifting note rises slowly, |
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As the timber~wolf’s howl is spiralling on long outstretched silent flight soaring into darkening deep and dreamy colors of crystallized moments echoing through out into the muted majesty |
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As legacy and truth is silenced as the whole of evening enveloped in it’s gentle velvity mist |
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Shadows are shrouded and the moon’s half hidden away |
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Stirring compilation of your soul~quest as it rises and soars |
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The higher the deeper your soul~quest becomes |
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It’s carved into your heart and innermost thoughts |
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As Dream Weaver takes all of your burdens |
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Leaving you free and so small as the galaxy looks down on you |
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No don’t worry, it’s gone, |
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It’s lost behind the darkest side of the moon |
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Vanished by the time you search for Dream Weaver, |
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She is gone |
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Gone from her majestic web onto searching another’s soul~quest and dream~scape. |
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~~~By Ilaria McClearen~~ |
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Janurary 21, 1994 |
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