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The Dream

The Dream

We are the subconscious of God

cast as stars born of dust

holding mysteries

for Him to entertain.

We are symbols in geometric mist,

designed for play

on colliding stages.

We are joyous novas

spinning in tune with

cosmic harmonics from

the fount of creation.

We are the dream infinitum,

His genesis,

His parable,

His hymn.


©Barbara Harris Leonhard@extraordinarysunshineweaver.com

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Acrostic Poetry · Poem · Poetry

Butterfly Dreams

In our slumber,

We shed the chrysalis.

Our dreams rise

As dawn’s light

From the wellspring

Of our hearts.

Tender, young, transitory visions

Lapsing into morning sun

As though the breeze

Carries them away

Before we capture the drift

Of these souls’ stories,

Gliding away in colors

Cast in sacred shapes and designs.


© 2018 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

Image “Butterfly Dreams” ©Martha Harris See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog