The Keeper of Dreams

If you have ever held a dream, 
do not whisper it to the trees, 
nor scatter it among indifferent stars, 
give it instead to a woman who loves you.

See how it quickens, 
takes root, 
as though she tended the 
very well from which your soul drinks.

She is a threshold, 
a trembling seam, 
a doorway between the flesh 
and the spirits.

All life begins in the chamber of her body, 
is it any wonder she can cradle, 
and deliver, 
the wildest shape of your longings?

Kiara Rose
@kiararosetalley

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