Apr 15, 2017

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Then one night she dreamed of a harp,
It spread its wings, grew into its original shape of a tree,
a tree that grew
from a cosmic seed.

And it sang as only the wind
 coming from the ocean can sing
blue and deep.
The circles of gulls
came back to the rock.

She lay on the beach
spreadeagled,
ready to dive and ready to fly.
At that moment if she could die,
the death would be the hand of God,
not the end of life, but the beginning of a flight to an alien land.