[written in a plane over the Atlantic]
A circle of light surrounds me,
tracing a path in the nighttime sky,
as a dove's grace well lit day,
and it is speaking directly to me.
A desire overcomes me to throw up my arms,
let my head fall back and accept the words,
now glowing so brightly in the shadowed grove,
showing to me so much I didn't know.
The knowledge arrives welcomed by me,
listening before not a fraction is a surprise,
yet now it feels so much closer to me,
as if your soul can speak directly to mine.
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