By: Tony Stensland
For Sheila Packa
Soft cotton seeds
Falling silent like dreams
Dancing on waves of air
Everywhere to be
Little thoughts that float
Like dear birds
Whispering, breathing
Lightly toward home
Plant their meaning
In warm and patient ground
Knowing slow growth
Begins in time
Time passes
And hope rises
Rises to the sun
Rises to the sun
Bows to the moon
And rises to the sun
And majesty begins
Taking measures upward
Outward with arms
Of beauty and love
And then releases
Releases beauty and love
In soft seeds of dreams
Finding their way as if known
Thoughts spring thoughts
And growth begins again
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