mid-September musings

which be Dreams and which be Days, and how doth the two embrace?

Time has fled and Days have welcomed Autumn here...
I do not forget thee, sweet, sage, funny friend! Hope you are well

I do not welcome Autumn's Love with ease...
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  several years have moved since I entered this vast and tiny Universe,
but I have yet to understand the protocols

I am rendered silence-struck, my Heart a-thrumming beat-beat-BEAT Beautiful... My friends are truly lovely :) 

which be Dreams and which be Days, and how doth the two embrace?

Melancholy paints my Soul; I cannot begin to tell thee how thine smiles Inspire, console... HeartVibes 

have you seen the iridescent Night Air,  watercolor - painted pools, drowning forms, scrambling tears- look! thy shadow 

thy shadow be a DayCloud, perhaps. Dream Lost? A Dream who cannot find her Day... 

Poetry Poetry lives lives we don't realize we imagine 

more to come...possibly
 
(several of the phrases above originated as part of conversations 
as ChayaChaya on Twitter,
mid-September, 2013/5774)