Journal

Stand

In the shadow of a pine I rest my eyes, rest my soul inside you where you may save my soul like a treasure. In the sparkle of light in winter like lace draped upon pines I wander and follow the pattern to the brilliant grey, white overhead where the black ink branches fade and disappear. Stand for a moment stand for a dreaming moment to feel the earth to make the earth solid beneath me around me to surround me.

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