Mid winter vision quest
With a fresh subconcious seeker,
His skepticism washed away with the moment,
And a silent type
And me.
I feel like a fly
As on so many walls before
But he thought I was an angel
Or a witch,
And maybe we are all both
Once we get past our dogmas and jean size.
I am reminded how much
Summer nourishes me
And how very far away it is
But I am whole
Filled to bursting.
And come morning
Just myself and you
With your starlit memories
I know that my quest is complete
And my journey has just begun.
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