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Wishful Thinking

 by J. Otis Powell!

Silent wisdom arrested 

My tongue

So I said nothing

Until something you said

Reminded me of what

I forget most days

Inspiration comes

Of a sullen

And when it’s gone

We’re changed

Dear Dawn

Time has lengthened

In your absence

I missed you before

We met

I didn’t know

How could I 

Your eyes are still in the palms

Of my hands finding

Lines you missed  

When we were in shadows

And candle light

Where you saw rivers

Instead of sand washes 

I noticed you

In a dimly lit hallway

Your image

Glowed

I felt a touch of soul

The majesty of you turns

Pages like revolving doors

Imagination is running

To the embrace

Of your hue

Your legacy of

Auburn ringlets

Your dance

Your story

Your gaze

Dear Dawn

Dear morning

Dear Sun of divinity

You are why we pray 

There is no prescription

For medicine

You administer

No diagnosis for

Sickness you heal

But I know I’ve been touched

And am better than I was

From now on

You’re in the river

Coursing through me