A Chapter from the Son-Rise Program

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A Chapter from the Son-Rise Program

FROM BRANDI : A Poem for My New Little Friend
A Son-Rise Program Journey

Our fingers curled and twirled as we whirled from wall to wall.
No need for words as we flew like birds watching our fingers fall.

He felt the window and I did the same as we balanced along the ledge.
He journeyed one way and I journeyed the other as we tilted beyond its edge.

We explored our room in mid afternoon we explored the curves of our face.
Crossing paths in silence we laughed like angels in our own sacred place.

And within that sound your eyes they found me right as I needed nothing more.
We rose like the sun till our time it was done. We were reflections upon life’s open shore.

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