What were you doing while everyone else was asleep?
Which majestic midnight blue ocean of possibility were you crossing?
What epic indestructible gothic bridges were you building?
Where were you when everyone else was off afraid wasting opportunity
whilst hopeful traces of moonlight slipped under doorways beckoning them to play?
In what forgiving ways were you allowing your unrelenting poetic heart
to escort you to the ultimate destination of freedom
from wondering what the confused carnival goers think?
Where do you carve your name so your art and spirit are remembered?
Who watches you light the amber candles and helps you clear the cluttered path?
What is your hammer, your tool of choice?
Is it revenge, egotistical self-adulation, and finger pointing
or is it hope and wisdom?
What is your voyager's ship made of?
Expectations, whispers, and lies of others
or gentle grace and unwavering courageousness?
Does the prophet in your soul have a master plan
or an insatiable appetite for adventure
and uncanny recognition of the occasion for learning
and the gift of life?
AMY SLATER DIMARIA Amber Light Studio
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