Wm Paul Poet Free verse

5-25-74

In the space between the moments
Myriad eternities merge,
They come like dreams
    on whispered interludes
          between seeding and
                       blooms,
As a tender touch of dew
       at dawn,
With a lightness of
        just dried butterfly wings.

Then the time between the pictures,
Before the sprockets fill,
Here lie thoughts beyond the number
As dreams whispering.

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