Rainbox Up

#Poem – “Up”

Morning smell of sleep lingers in the air
And in my memory as well.
It is the silent reminder of our need to dream.
The eye movements may be rapid,
But the becoming can be slow.

Like the warm down comforter
Supported by our bodies
Against the weight of gravity,
We will rise high and yet
Remain light as a feather.

~ by Stan StewartRainbox Up
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