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We sweat the small stuff which is unrealistic when such fantastic things are happening,
these days are most definitely the days of wonder.

underneath her starry gaze
where worlds expire
I find the entrance to a maze
that sets my heart on fire.

Excitement unspent,
a storehouse that’s
meant
to be opened.

Luminaries dim in comparison to
the light that she shines upon me.
in my wildest imaginings
my darkest despairing
her light
will always find me.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.