Bright summer beam your incandescent smile,
And give to me the gift of endless days.
The gift of starlit time to chase my thoughts,
and walk soft trodden paths of ancient clay.
Emerald days of everlasting green,
And clear crystal quartz in the falling rain.
Bold sapphire lakes with whispering waves-
A golden circlet in a daisy chain.
Amongst the clouds laid like a wedding veil
The eagles dance, and in the air they weave
A knot of joy as if they've summoned up
A sky so blue the eyes cannot believe.
There's music here, and magic in the air
Tis an invitation-to dream and dare.
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Sarah Snider
I am a great lover of poetry, magic, mystery and science. I am passionate about sharing what I know about herbs and herbal medicine.
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The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
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