of borrowed dreams
and stepped into the wardrobe
of colour, texture, drop and line.
Gingerly, she reaches out
for gloves of new purpose
and dares to linger over
jewels, plentiful.
It is time to slip into
delicate intention,
to feel the fabric
fold onto her body warm.
She walks into a night
so close, heaven can be reached
by taking one deep breath.
Her eyes struggle to take
in beauty so extravagant.
She feels the rise
and fall of her garments
and begins to take the first
steps of dreamers dancing
under quilted nights of sequined stars.
She contemplates firework astronomy;
and makes for the road
of those who find their way.
She does not need to ask permission.
Jenneth Graser
Artwork - Christian Schloe
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