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I dream in tones ideal
plummy, rich, the accolades
in gold brocade, the wine
is clear and redolent of days
to come, the carpet plush
beneath my feet, there is
no rush like seeing you
in all you have become
the scepter in your hand
it buzzes in the presence of
the sceptical, the orb you
toss to keep us on our toes
got lost; I saw it last, wedged
fast between the snaps that
hold Orion’s belt. He’s napping
now, but once he wakes
he’ll count the votes—the vote
we won for every little thing,
the voice that counts discerns
the eyes and knows the majesty
of human being human, here
inside my dream there are
no slaves, no beggary, make
no mistake—you can’t, for all
we have are opportunities
to choose anew and sigh and
blush at every turn that lifts
this kingdom of democracy
for me to get a better
look at you.
~~~
© Elaine Stirling, 2013
Image: colour wheel by Johann
Wolfgang von Goethe, 1749-1832
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