Soul Mate
Shooting stars
in the flight path of God's destinations
journey these New England roads.
Pass the greenest leaf.
Let the billions of leaves amaze me,
that God knows them all,
that God will open your eyes to one.
Night's green darkness hides that one from the moonlight
`til in His daybreak's own good time,
chartreuse in the sun's dance,
comes blazing up,
sure
and right.
Copyright glchoate
5.13.03
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