Crowns
Yes, this is the land where
Dusk delays long hours late
And the never still air
Stirs our hair as we wait.
We have been here since noon
Suspended in flowers
In this moment attune
Adrift in love that's ours.
And we find in the night,
In the darkness of streams,
We find the stars are white
Crowns that cover our dreams.
poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro
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