The plains of the north
Sown from seed sprinkled
In dawn’s dew
Grows in the language
Of poetry
Hungarian snow
Blown across
The Western horizon
A good-bye kiss to a leaving lover
That lingers just a little too long
So I move across the sea
Humbled in my discovery
Separating from parentage the original sin
My laws are all of attraction
Staring, wide-eyed into the moon
I come alive
Giddy in the night
Flying straight through
This curtain of every color
Into Heaven’s gate
Back to my nest
Besotten of Human Condition
Sprinkled in sensitive discernment
Clear-eyes see things anew
Sight expanded by callings from beyond
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