An interest shown, a gentle brush,
spiritual touch; reverberates,
illustrates; visioned the night,
into dry sight, heart’s beat sown.

A breath of love, the gift of light,
into blurred sight; condenses,
dispenses; voiced wings of wren,
sent by friend, earth’s bound dove.

As freedom seeds, tall tower stands,
soul grows hands; progresses,
expresses; echoes resound,
with what's been found, id’s life needs.

Erin Moen
10/22/03
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