Log Cabin Chronicles
Light in handblown glass
If only dreams could transcend reality
and a wish could eclipse the actual
I would spend my days
wandering in and though the sun's rays
collecting them in beautiful containers
of handblown glass.
And on a glittering magic carpet
I would send them to you.
Each vessel would refract their light
in wonder colours and waves of reflection
permeating your skin and the nerves within
bringing your beloved summer light
back to you.
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