What is your favorite season of year? Why?

Dreams flashes of Inspiration truth,where have you disappeared to?

I’m up early listening, pen in my hand, waiting! It’s a crystal cold morning.

Wrapped in layers, pondering on thoughts Where is the spark? Did I wonder too far away, not knowing?

I would find myself again alone in a crystal cold awakening I am still here, searching for a sound or a touch to reconnect To the vivid dreams of purple, green, and golden swirls of space.

Images of a black structured chair, decorated with shells and crystals I’ll take my seat.

Everyone else is still asleep I am up There’s a bright light, outside my door I find myself outside looking up where black has illuminated clusters of sparkling stars.

Standing in a spell now in their presence. Listening Its crystal cold morning I run back inside, where warmth is more familiar to me I’m anticipating your return to dream again To write

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