time settles itself, finding comfort
in its quiet reflection, nestles
against a dream not yet dreamed,
cushioned by breaths of those
that have been, and it listens
to soft musings tiptoeing softly
amidst night songs...
and it is good... because
for every breath there is a reason,
for every reason there is a song,
for every song there is a moment,
for every moment there is a dream,
and for every dream there is a place
even in my wildest dreams....
© mdbadgerow 2009
By Myrna D.
© 2010 Myrna D.
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