Dream-scape. Generations of love ones (past, present, and future) visit in spirit.
Finding their way across wide waters,
from beyond ancient poplars and tall pines,
through veils of blue-smoke,
past magnolias, azaleas, and wisteria,
they reunite in-rest at my present birthplace
on Ozark's bootheel banks of a mighty river.
Teeming ancestors travel in tandem
joining descendants yet to be born,
all dressed in gossamer light.
Spirit conversations ensue among us all.
Souls continue to evolve evermore,
as dreams suspend between Earth and stars.
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