I met her in my spirit's hour of dreaming, Those dreams that linger long in memory, More real than any normal act of seeing. She walked to where I stood, embracing me As one known long, met many times before. I held her close and then began to quote The mystic lines that open the soul's door. She interrupted me, a questioning note, Though not unkind, as if she somehow knew, "Not him again", that is the Avatar. I said, "Not now but following these few Vision-thoughts from St. Exupery, His realization of seeing with the heart." I followed with His words on Ecstasy That lift us to the planes of the Maker's art. She listened and then slowly walked away, Leaving in silence as silently she came, Perhaps to wonder at this too-strange day And one who spoke in reverence His name Who knew no soul from God stands afar.
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