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The Stream (poem)


Refreshing stream of possibility

She caught the moon within her dancing light

Within her mist the flowers’ scent held tight

What wondrous dreams does she unfold for me.


Beside her are there wonders to excite

Or fascination waning to be free

A kiss for all still waiting yet to be

This spring which flows through all of life’s delights


I close my eye to the approaching sea

Another memory awaits the night

Another chance to make a dream more right

As I now drink from my eternity


And with the end my stream vanished from sight

But with refreshing rain it seemed alright