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That night, in my dream her light was delicate and reaching,
a beacon illuminating the forlorn regions of my shadowy, tired
mind, allowing me to escape into a sea of tranquility. It really
seems almost outlawed to love the night, my sleepy desires
ringing true with her full aura, haloed by angels over the many
milleniums. Yet love and romance blossom then, beneath her
watchful gaze: this Princess of Darkness must be love; yes! Love
incarnate, gazing but never blaming, loving love in all its caring
beds, satisfying mind, body and spirit without question. It, then,
is her unconditional waving goodbye that makes the ocean so
blue by day, but anticipating the night impassions the flow out
of the river Styx into Earth-Mother Gaia's everlasting rising
bosom of oceans; she casts shards of diamonds on Gaia's slow
ebbing and crashing shores of dark delight.
It is now that she has risen like Christ, spreading love on the
feet of all creation, like Mary Magdalene washing Jesus' feet .
Soon, I am bare before her like a winter deciduous tree, and in
my dream, I worship her the way the sun can never be blessed.
This night I am engaged with her for an eternity as all
Gaia's children are, raised from dust to a new dawning. But, I
love her most when she beams her ecstasy into me, and I awaken
at night, longing to see her cream-coloured body in my naked
eye. I search her face, caring for her with tenderness and karma.
Then, she rolls beneath night cover, and walks away in beauty,
at sunrise.
Bio: Greg Bauder has a BA in English Literature from UBC and has been published in various North American magazines.
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