I wrote this poem in 1999 and made the collage in 2005 for a Visual Poetry Workshop.
A spirit of dreams I haunt subconscious wells. Alone in the vast, unconscious realm of man's dreams, I heal. Mistily, floating in moonbeams I spell love and truth. These are my essence and dimension, no intervention. My dust reveals all. Down the twisting spiral of minds I go, touching each chamber of mood. Nightly, embedding crystals of hope, I span eternally good. My hair holds the fragrance of all the worlds’ flowers, my breath is the mist of miracles. My voice pleads to soldiers in battle. My grief fills earth's oceans with tears. I am the comfort of mothers. I am the keeper of fears. Infinity cannot contain me, for, I am the Messenger of Peace. Written October 1999 116 words For Laura Loos Free Verse in 150 or less words
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