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In a dream, my fingertips pulse. I’ll be patient in my blooming. In a dream, I let time pass through open hands.

Schuyler

I allow myself to be a weathervane; receive every feeling that greets the shore of me.
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Allow Feeling Greatness Myself
I don’t want to be a saint, I want a love I don’t fight alone to keep.
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Alone Fight Love Myself Saint
We’re in spring and I have learned how to be gentle and sharp; strong bark on budding trees. Hold out your hands. I’ll leave a pink kiss and a pocket knife.
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Hands Learning Leaving Myself Sharp Spring
I will still live like a ghost in the mornings; walking, listening, pouring coffee to finish sometime by the afternoon, when I’ve had enough of watching the world and do all I can to live in it.
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Enough Ghost Listening Morning Myself Walk
I’m thinking about how early the spring flower buds rise up from the grass; just barely on winter’s heels. How uncomfortable, how cold the soil must be, still half-frosted, when the roots start to take shape.
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Comfortable Flower Myself Shape Start Thinking
This does not have to be a hard life to love. There is not enough time to let it stray too far from my hands.
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Enough Hands Hard Life Love Myself Time
In a dream, I’m holding you close and when I wake, I do. How lucky, to want and have.
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Close Dreams Hold Myself Wake Up
I’ll craft a haven that that cradles every joy and sorrow, but doesn’t hold them to keep.
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Craft Happiness Hold Myself Sorrow
I know I could be an astronomer of this swooning.
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Known Myself
I’m choosing to believe things are getting better again. The give and take of joy, remembering a few days of ache does not mean forever.
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Believe Better Choice Forever Myself Remember
I still know the fabric of where I begin and end.
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Beginning End Fabric Myself
How radiant you are, waiting by the window, watching for the sun to grant you more time to dance beneath it. You’ve let yourself dream again. Even if its in bites, even if it’s in a different voice than it used to be.
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Different Dreams Radiant Voice Window Yourself
I descend into an unopened sky, the ocean floor, the final embrace of a graveyard. Find your fill of me before my blue pales like a sour moon.
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Floor Grave Moon Ocean Open Sky Yourself
The world will be loud again. I’ll notice the loneliness less.
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Loneliness Loud Myself Notice World
I’d get lost in this green, ferns leaning against the trees, soil stuck to my feet, never dream of finding my way back again.
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Dreams Lost Myself Tree Way
Yes, this life is mine, but more often I watch it take place and my hands feel too far away to touch it.
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Hands Life Myself Place Touch

In a dream, my fingertips pulse. I’ll be patient in my blooming. In a dream, I let time pass through open hands.

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