Gulls
call
Reaching
Through creation
Now, still
Aware of space
Here, where you
Come in holy quiet.
Memory, quiet voce
Of past
Visits now, all
Life here in
Present moment
Where free from
Pain you dance

In joyful light
My Queen of
Still moments
Now, you come,
Still we travel
With golden link
Of unending love.
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