folding paper boats

we who have comets as eyes

leave us our voice in these voids

do not define 

the vanishing fairies

have told me to never leave

they tell me to walk  light footed

as they dance to sea music

do not repent our frolics!

beguiled by them

they sit by my side

serenity awakens

at my kitchen table

their wings surrounding me

tomorrow I will polish

my three tiered tiara

adjust it while the rain falls

listening to that still point

upon the horizon

where cloaked eyelids

open from uttered reflection

each basin I swim

I am that one little sea horse

stillness under water

reflecting a sphynx shade

we are ancient faucets

giving water to ancient mouths

that speak through us

through nail scribing footprints

these poems have become siblings

I have fostered many

they woke me up

hungry

verily so you will meet me

upon these pages

where none remains

only the loveliest light

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