leaning into warmth
the humming grew louder
listening for indigo
her sing song sisters
thistle and swan
longing for her blue spirit child
she couldn't bear life without
the invisible chanteuse
spoke through gypsy ghosts
of impossible apple~eyed dreams
her exuberant soul of moonlit poses
full of sacred shenanigans
yet determined to find the golden bowl
climb down wisteria vines
creep inside this moss lined nest
drink deep the joy
of my waiting minstrel heart
seek me fearlessly
in this year of dragons
i have such sweetness to give
my orange blossom maiden
you are my infinite happy
love come home!
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