Awake in her mind,
she lay still
while soft dreams and visions
flew through and past her
as soft clouds fly
across the mountaintops.
And where do the mountains
meet the sky?
How deep does she dive
to her mind’s eye?
Her fingertips glide
across petals
stretching mellow perfumes
and vibrant shades
over vast green fields.
Her playful smile,
fresh as the playful rain,
dances with the hum
of the hummingbird’s wings,
though shy in the presence
of secret things.
And what are those secrets
the mountaintops hold?
Silent in her slumber,
may she be so bold?
Bold in her curiosity
of what lay still,
what awaits discovery
at the whim of a will.

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