“Flotilla”

 

And then, they came.

Floating down

the stream of consciousness,

in a flotilla

of resonance,

borne of echoes

and

whimsical sighs.

Of

musical distances

and nighs.

Without oars,

or poles,

the

night-light commentary

arrived.

No barging.

No jostling

for space,

in the mind

of my Heart.

Just,

a generous helping

of searching stanzas,

mentored,

by climbing clause,

messages,

in metaphors,

secret similes,

replete,

with Light and Love…

 …touched and traced

by Hands,

from Above…

encoded,

by

Heaven’s Grace.

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