Sweep into my room on feathered broom
and liquid silk that trails a million stars behind
Fly high into my sky where you and I
will know the colours of our minds
Play into my day with notes that take my breath away
Come love and find
a place beneath, beyond and through
an exhalation breathed anew
the power to push our explorations wide
On soaring feet we’ll dance and leap and meet
beyond the blindness that would bind
Where is that brush whose plummaged rush
and trailing silken threads of multi-hue
will lead and clear, restore from fear
create the true
I’m paused on noise, await with poise
the galaxies and other worlds you’ll take me to
I breathe the day
and practise sweeping come what may
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