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Dream Bridges
Don Hynes
Oct. 9, 2014
Then one morning it was done,
the cloud cover complete
except for a peep hole in the east
with a few rays to remind us
the sun would still be there
when winter had run its course;
the sea become a beautiful grey,
the forest floor damp and musty,
mushrooms growing in near-light,
the earth tugging us gently
back into the timeless sleep
where we could dream and forgive
and build bridges to a beyond,
bridges that only emerge
from the deepest dark.
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