There is that place between sleep and awake, that foggy
state of consciousness and dream. That place where dreams wander and thoughts
escape with reckless abandon. That is a
place where souls are free and dancing on moonbeams is common place. Whispers are soaked with sweetness, and pleas
are heard by forces too great to comprehend.
That is the place where one is safe in a home gifted to us by our soul’s
intentions. A place to just let it all
be...
That is where I wished for you; where I prayed.
And here I stand, in great serendipitous wonder of how this
love could be.
I heard it first inside my soul and I whispered it out loud,
carefully, in that moment of realization.
“It’s my turn.”
It’s my turn...
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