The Gift . . .

Cadeau
by CHRISS ONAC

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Two poems written while listening to Chriss Onac's gorgeous compositions . . .

The Gift

Slipping through the shadows . .. 
a silvery moth . .
flutters in the breeze . ..  from flower
to humble tree . . .
the nectar of the gods flows
out to greet a
most yellow and fuzzy bee . . .
the youngest feline . ..
ventures into the golden day . .
watching the sunshine . . .
and where the shifting shapes
were meant for play . . .
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To Err is Human . . .
for creation itself is a stumbling block
to the oblivious . .. 
and the Divine sets the course, 
and the way thereof for
the threads of dreams and human connection . .
slide on under
the heartbeat of the creator . . .
where love is recognized and felt . .
as the music of life . . .

so we dance or we fly . . .
we run or we crawl .  .
time itself is not still .  .  .
we must move or we will fall . . .
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