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Gray Awakening

Gray Awakening

 

Gray winter skies me embraceth

Reflecteth upon the sea

Be all above and below

A perfect mirror to my essence

Thine vibrations be mine

In synchrony be our minds

To all there is a season

 

On this day be me hollow

Dark with gloom and sorrow

To thee I turn for mine escape

Yet in thee today I see my reflection

How can we support each other?

How does a reflected image change the picture?

 

Yet the waves still crash upon the shore

      thine surf ever constant

Thine winds touch my face

      present still despite the sky

Salty mist fills the air still

      the constancy of life behind the picture

 

Despite thine appearance

      me thinks nothing changes

The sun still shines above the clouds

The Moon still circles the Earth

The tides still change

The winds still blow

 

’Tis here where the reflected image changes

All is not what it seems

My friend and lover

                  my confidant

                        my healer

                              my patient

 

It was always there

Why look further than my own backyard?

      nature heals all

            whatever its daily face

 

 

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