Jul 28, 2011

Frog Dreams

I moved to the edge of the forest in the night
Nestled in the moss
Awakened by the blinding flash
A ray of sun illuminating my golden ball
Transmutation to Transparent
Not solid gold,
A chaliced solar flare before the sun rose on,
Radiant fingers moved on
My toy ball was returned to gold
But I had seen inside the heart.

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