The sad
me, I shall leave far behind,
The selfish
ego, I shall now turn to kind,
The sick
me, I shall turn to good health,
The poor
me, I shall now turn to wealth.
I shall
swing high, from spider’s silken webs,
I shall
sing together, with the blackbird´s nebs,
I shall
slide down rainbows, of a million hues,
I shall
sleep on soft petals, blanketed in dews.
I shall swim
among the stars, upon velvet nights,
I shall follow
lost paths, lit by the firefly’s lights,
I shall comb
my hair, with the rays of golden sun,
I shall turn
all my sad woes, into myriads of fun.
I shall bathe
in the milk, of generous moonbeams,
I shall whisper
sweet nothings, into lover’s soft dreams,
I shall scarve
my old neck, in the spume of white whales,
I shall wear
silver anklets, from the paths of quiet snails.
I shall perfume
my breasts, in pollen´s talc of pink rose,
I shall sit
with fat bees, upon hives, in honeyed repose,
I shall return
to the world, rested, refreshed, & renewed,
I shall stand
before me, free, uninhibited & totally nude.
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