peace sings us lullabies
golden blankets of NOW shimmer and sigh complete acceptance with every breath
our stories hang on with all their might
clinched nails into the craigs of all that is “ours”
we’re 3 year olds screaming, crying, laughing, running ’round the bed of All That Is
“one more!!!….” this or “one more!!!” that….
but
Love has no pocket watch and the stars are made of patience
eventually….All of Us
joyfully
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