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Shuttle soundings


The tiny sounds of water
coming to the shore
like angels weaving softest cloth
in quiet rooms filled with one hundred weavers
all synchronized in rhythm
feet shod in silken slippers
with celestial touch the warp and weft
A tapestry is draped from sky to shore
in colors of the truest blues
while the night shift sews in the stars .

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3 Comments (Add Yours)

  1. what a lovely lovely way to head to my bed. thank you for this good night hug.

  2. i thoroughly enjoy your words… they inspire dreams.

  3. Beautiful – love "while the night shift sews in the stars"

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