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DreamBird

The makings of a mind are threads of thought
That weave a web—coherent consciousness—
To conjure and control the fire of soul.
By day the bonds are stout, the spirit pale;
Sure spells confine the flame within her cage
Of reason, logic, memory, and fact ...

Until soft darkness comes to cut the cords
That bind the bright beast tight. See how she turns,
Unfolds and spreads her wings, and grows, and glows!
She leaps to flight and joins the shining flock:
Dark dreams that dance the sky and sing the songs
Of creativity and life and love.

Tuesday, January 16, 2001 at 08:22:57 (EST) = Datetag20010116

TopicPoetry - TopicMind


(correlates: MothersDay, The Meaning of Life, TheAscent, ...)