I rested my head against dream pillows
stuffed fat with lavender and agrimony
I held dream crystals in my palms
I drank honeyed chamomile and kava kava
and still I could not sleep
Indeed
all these things wakened me
to a space between
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I love this poem. Did you write it?! I've spent some time myself in the place in between. And thank you for the award. I'll post it on my blog later today. Do I answer the questions like you did?
ReplyDeleteHave a glorious Tuesday!
HuGGs!
Debi
Lovely poem and cool minimal abstract to go with it:)
ReplyDeleteYeah, now I can feel and touch the space in between:)
Because both the painting and poem are so intact, weaving a dreamy journal for you Barbara.
So you could really sleep through after some great awakenings:)
Love,
Yoon See