the sound of water will rush me to sleep
tightly nestled in the branches of my mother
tonight i will sleep.
the morning will come
and the sun will gently kiss my eyelids,
willing them to open
morning i will wake.
hazy sunbeams and afternoon clouds will wish me to dance
spinning across the deep green, my soul turns blue.
the sun will set, my pen will drop, and the sounds of my childhood will echo
deeply, truly, vividly
through the lush, overgrown adventure of my mind.
the moon will come, and she will tell me the story of the girl who turned woman
all with the very thought of true love
a passion for one's self
so deep that no one besides the girl who once was could caress.
the stars will kiss my cheeks
i will sing them to sleep and the bittersweet clouds of tomorrow will tell me to dream
dream of who i once was,
and who i will become.
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