Wet with coastal rains, misted flowers gently bob
In tufts of whispered wind.
I dream of life, of rebirth, of reawakening
Cycles soothe my trembling spirit within
Faith returns sung by birds in glorious symphonies led by
the hand of God
As your eyes look into my soul
I weep with joy
ruth-ann neil
written for Isaac Reiter
Rm.10
3B (outside on the “deck”)
Looking toward the “Lion’s” on the North Shore
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