She Glides

SHE GLIDES through fantastical worlds in her dreams;
Between cities of clouds, and gargantuan trees,
She flies upon sunlight, and wind, and moonbeams,
And melds into colors, and scents, and the breeze

SHE ALWAYS comes silently, silently through
Every old sort of shadow to marvelous new,
Where there's hope, and security, constancy, light,
That's all hers for the taking, if only she might

WE'LL FIND her one day in an arbor of white
When there's nothing more here that she has left to do,
Understanding now perfectly, whole and at ease,
Neath an infinite sky, by perpetual


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