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   “You can’t stop the waves, but you can learn to surf.” - Jon Kabat-Zinn  

Time has an interesting 
way of revealing 
riveting narratives,
embossed within ivory 
clams in raven letters,
perhaps, it is the 
crippling kismet,
that dahlia dreamers are 
shackled by society’s 
sanctimoniousness, 
but I still follow my 
roseate heart to swiftly 
lead this pristine paragon 
of moving minutes.

I can hear the wanton 
wolves devour the 
magnanimous moon,
transcribing unheard
nocturnal tales, emanating 
through deep russet 
eyes of a silent stallion~
as I leave poetic footprints 
through heels of a black 
caviar horse by 
the nacreous shoreline.

Someday, the sun will rise 
and allow me to embrace 
colors of you again,
although torturous tentacles
of marine monsters malevolently
try to steal the soothing hope 
within my soul,
from a thousand seas away.

If only they knew, skies 
can reach beyond 
prancing peacock dreams 
emblazoning distant horizons,
with a plethora of 
milky quartz, perfumed 
in whispers of lemongrass,
reflecting silvery echoes 
of a cosmic whale’s conch shell,
floating in an ancient bottle 
of antique emotions,
anchored to the depths 
of bottomless oceans,
where corals have 
our fate rewritten 
within chambered nautilus.

So, wait for me when 
twilight dims, and meteor 
showers come crashing,
to pour blazing stars 
upon lime green planktons, 
for my soul is surfing 
through aquatic realms,
to find my homely 
sanctuary in your arms 
glossed in lavender balm,
I breathe beneath seraphic spheres, 
devouring the ticking seconds,
dancing to the wind that whispers 
in trembling tunes, 
unafraid and unshaken 
by the unknown.

I live in the moment,
celebrating the air that wraps
me in wisteria warmth. 
The sun-soaked stairway
 to porcelain
 peacefulness,
is to steer your heart,
through the art 
  of mindfulness.
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