by Eleanore Kosydar
Ontario, Canada

Sleeping, your closed eyes quiver
     unaware in dreams that the skies shower Earth
          with love: the forest floor is now a sea of stars!

Come! Rouse yourself, walk upon
     the waking land, feel the breath of heaven
          with the bare star-struck soles of your drowsy feet.

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