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Flight

By Mel Trent

I dreamed I soared out
into deep space and there
I found Creator's heart beating
like the drum that spins
the dancers 'round the fire
and with every pulse the black
sky spilled forth and frothed
into stars that glimmered in
long ago light
the sun up here is not warm

Article © Mel Trent. All rights reserved.
Published on 2008-01-07
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