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I Lift My Lids

I lift my lids and all is born again.
—Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl's Love Song

So many dreams
Inside my head
Treasure and triumph
And beauty and dread
I lift my lids
To you instead

What disappeared 
Is born anew 
My moon-struck songs
Are all of you
Drops of bliss
Like morning dew

Rise and roar
And meet the world
Music until now
Unheard
My dream my life 
My thunderbird

by Richard W. Bray

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