#NaPoWriMo 20

Was I dreaming of the snails or were the snails dreaming of me?

It will be a long ordeal now… this arriving at the door of happiness … silver has been sold for you, Mountain Man … that would never have been gifted to another not even in death … yours was the most sacred of trusts … Do we heal from the inside out where the soul light stirs closest to the truth of our wounds … or from the salves of the world’s doing ? … it is in joining that we heal … it has always been … the thirst for your mouth deeper still budding in the furrows of my heart song … to be inundated by how we laughed at our human cleverness … Tumble tossed key, locks scramble ordered before Alexander or Napoleon … either yield the same solutions … break us all by the years … by the thousands and we will bow still and justly before the Law of the King of soul … Lavender scented skin and the way my hair would have fallen about your face… when the world was lost Eleventh Universe electric slow ride … Home … you are my home … dreams to awakening … hope to tears … and such blessed growth for which I am ever thankful … yet, … today, I remain homeless.

 #NaPoWriMo 20

  © 2015 Carla Dawn Dunlap All Right Reserved

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