mirrored waters

lap upon my breast

soft moonlit wings grace my skin

a songbird’s ancient call

stillness broken by the owl’s hollow hoot

reach within the depths

the soul stirs

the flute of love gently lifts her sacred sleep

peer upon the shimmering me

tell me what you see…

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