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(continue to CENTERED IN DREAM)                In sunlight fall, its warmth to sides—glow-stirring of their skin—breath spoke in sharp and low-huffed bursts from her into his ear; wrap of her arms across back and over shoulder tops, cradling and embracing, still, in upright sit to table’s edge in center of the dream.                        Song of […]

               There was a romance, too, in the light of the green though not the red wished first in dream.  She felt it then, the romance, in colored surround warmed and glowed in lightfall through windowed walls that cast on table in heart of room and candled centerpiece upon—each candle in different height and detail […]

               Rain rolled in as wall of mist that whispered on the earth but was silent on other side of windows and walls.  He walked into it under morning dark, cool and the damp upon him, sounds of its whisper and little more, moved on wind he could not feel.                Indoors, he sat in […]

               They stood before open of morning window, she wrapped within his arms, one arm above other, forearms tight and across her body’s front, rest of her breasts upon, around her narrowing as he drew her close to him.                She closed her eyes in feel of the sun, warmth and light upon her face.  […]

               Returning home from weekend escape into the wilds, she gazed on world in roll and pass of driving through.  Glint of the sun caught on stalks, pale and flaxen from harvest-fall, and the ground seemed richer, darker, in melt of the snow and moisture’s remain and sunlight of cloudless day.                She was ready […]

               “Would you like to work in the garden today?” he asked.  “I know the ground is probably heavy, and there’s a chance we’ll make a mess, but we can always amend if it isn’t right if we labor and work a little more.                It’s a beautiful day.                I want to be in […]

               “Moral perfection consists in man’s being moved to the good not by his will alone, but also by his sensitive appetite, as in the words of psalm: ‘My heart and flesh sing for joy to the living God.’”—Catechism of the Catholic Church, 1770. _____                There was something of the morning sun that touched […]

               Through window view of second floor shone evening fire sky in flame of orange and yellow light before onset of the reds and fade of violet hues, nighttime’s answer and western mirror to morning dawns and suns of the east.                Awed, alive, inflamed at fire sky, she signed her spirit in start of […]