The evening light rises
rose colored as the dawn
reaching into the rain grey heavens
swirling mixed like fingerpaint.
The grey clouds soft as goose down
billow love.
Somewhere someone's heart is
full to spilling with joy.
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feeling at home
grounded and present
body and soul
and wishing to walk
through the misty moist
Nightfall to see
and run from that which is
Not there
follow the nightbird
follow the song sweet and
deep in the forest
to the circle of trees
where the sky opens
and the grandmothers speak
in the tongue of the tuathade daman
wise and wild with spirit
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