rug of my dreams, like a sofa
only flatter, hugs the wind for me.
between shades of rain passing through a bow, one airstream at a time,
we'll glide forward still and feel
love intensify as we go onward
to fields of green where we can find peace within the colors of the living,
there, in a land without fear, created perfectly for you and me, we shall sing amongst bountiful flocks of seraphim taking part in the birth of starlight.

by Tony Vance Mason

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