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When My Spirit Wills
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When my spirit wills
in the darkest part of the deep night,
my mind awakes and comes to life.
Dreams and the best laid plans of mice and men
flood my senses sending thoughts
careening through my head.
Ideas appear branded before my eyes.
each must be as individual sign,
context clues for where I should go next.
The paths for how to travel best-
often send me down a windy road,
sometimes only me and the moon alone.
No matter how far the night entices me out,
the shadows protect me as I move about.
The rest of my thoughts, I scribble down with my best quill,
knowing I’ll return to them when my spirit wills.
Copyright ©
Sara Etgen-Baker
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