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Silk roses stitched upon my linen pillow case
lace curtains parting, showing an aging moonlight still  
A candle burns low atop my wood table 
inviting me into a world of fantasied able 
Hunger subsides at sundown as a gown of light appears 
no I am not afraid of the mystical force of night; 
Facelifted to the stars, I shine  
like a metal compass turning by design  
I am an old tattered bible reading to someone
in a home with no spaces or time;   
Surreal as heaven this corporeality of make believe, all mine   
I'm a light at the window a prayer on the heart,  
remembering  the warrior I once was, raised by magic  
I turn to dusk and become a periwinkle shade of night 
silk roses crease my pillow, 
I'm more then ready, for this flight.

December 13, 2020
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter 
Contest Name: It feels surreal

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