Dreamers of Day

She lived only for that moment 
When silence met with the echoes 
Born from longing 
Plucking at the strings of fate
Moulded by time.

Time moving through her, 
Around her
Beside her
Never before her
Wavy, cyclical, never linear.

Linearly holding herself 
In  the confines of notions prejudiced
Shattering expectations 
With her unequivocal saunter
Becoming, chance arriving.

Arriving at the destination 
Courage summoned from within 
Through the maze, flowing, reaching 
Wielding only herself, a masterpiece 
The epitome of self.
  @Sue.ketter

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