feel it now,
your time has come.
Your birthday shoes
sprout wings of flight
and in this deepest, darkest night,
a purple-silver blue
passing clearly through
the leaden crystal
hanging in your view
inspires love.
Blue unicorn on air moon beams,
a golden horn blows shadowy dreams
and you awaken in your home
with vision clear.
Warm honey sun
is laughing in your ear
with rhyme inspired.
Youth dreams sense
deep lucid eye of deer
and velvet nose of doe.
Feel them nudge you gently
to let go…
to trust your heart
to soar on wings of song,
sprouting from shoes that were yours all along.
Young dreamers awakening
finally see-
the present of birth
is permission
to be.
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