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BEAUTIFUL ANGEL GODDESS, by Mary Kennedy Eastham.
Never lose an opportunity
to see something beautiful.
For beauty is God's handwriting...
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Whoooosssssssshhhhhhhh...the rush of ancient branches release her,
vintage beautiful and barefoot, a make-new-dreams surprise.
A flash of thunder, just one quick clap, cracks open the night.
'What would you wear in a fairytale?' she asks me and POOF
I am Red Carpet ready in tea-length bridal veil white chiffon,
the petticoat layers of feathered lace beneath the dress tickling my bare skin.
She opens her empty hand to me, Anjolie, yes, I have named her.
Can I step into the curl of this hidden soft new earth,
follow this beautiful angel goddess moving happily along on a path
strewn with candles, they burn my eyes,
toward what could be my breath-to-breath best hour?
I am a surviving twin. Here's what every twin knows -
nine months of perfect love and two chances at a happy ending.
I look for my rascal companion traveler everywhere.
In dream after dream, I see us being born, my sister's hand in mine,
two ocean flowers celebrating birthdays
always with confetti in our hair.
The night air feels faint against a midnight moon.
Thieved stars have dropped like stolen diamonds from the far away sky.
There are no see-through points of light here.
Even the sneaky tumbleweed cyclone wind can't stop me.
I don't want it to be over so I run to find her,
baby pebbles shackling the cracks in my bare feet.
I run fast, fast, faster into the cold darkness anyway.
I slip, nearly fall, my arms pinwheeling overhead for balance.
I hear the soft murmur of her song -
Isn't it a pity
now isn't it a shame.
How we break each other's hearts,
and cause each other pain...
She is back, bringing with her the return of the night's full glow.
She is saying my name, her sense of everything freely given
folding into me like life's perfect moving picture remake,
the trap door opening up so very very wide to let the bad stuff fall away.
She is my pop up life coach, my mystic, my tomorrow.
This beautiful angel goddess is me...
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