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Excellency 6th September 1988 Watch This Space Biro Calligraphy The Flying Standard Female Of The Species National Tree Week Gregory Crescent Dear Prime Minister Most Glorious Majesty Early Start Scarlet Equus Butterfly Milking Time Chartwell Bird Of Prey Watch Me Skoda Stroll What To Be? Chariot The Sussex Coast The Tarn Golden Cloud Sunrise Do You... Darling |
The Stars Gradually faded into sleep, The Velvet Sky Sighed into wakefulness, Beamed its brightest smile, Stretched on tiptoe, Breathed the deepest breath, And gently whispered the lightest breeze At me. This warm thermal Took hold of my heels, Lifted me above the morning haze To where the Golden Sun Glowed. My fragile form, Filled with the strength Of one thousand butterflies, Lifted free from Mother Earth, Higher than the tallest trees, Higher than the pointed mountains, Higher even than the towering cumulus, Into the black of Space, Soon to where my outstretched fingers Could stroke the Sparkling Stars, Where the Rainbows of Constellations, Draped around my shoulders, Glisten. Later, Again, I am cocooned in this Chrysalis Waiting for the Morning Star. |