Water Garden
I sit quietly, like a magic toad
waiting to be kissed atop the water lilies
their long stems reaching for the sun.
Rioting colors shimmer on the sun-drenched pond.
I breathe slowly, filtering this grandeur
hearing hushed music spill into my senses
I am inside a bubble that will not burst.
How easy to believe that thoughts can coalesce
into dreams, in the birth of gods and goddesses
and the Queen of Wands touching my spirit,
her benedictional mist healing my wounds.
@jjote 08072015
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