Intangible

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INTANGIBLE

Was it the feel of my feet on the floor

Cool and bare,

Or just the sunlight on the door,

Made me so suddenly sure

As I ran down the stair?

What is it that unexpectedly,

Like the sun

Catching at a blossoming tree

That has been in shade before,

Makes life and transforms one?

This feeling seems

Intangible and sweet as dreams-

Welcome dreams

That I have dreamt before;

Winds of young childhood blowing from

A freshened shore.