Born in my cloud of hope, blinding dust, spirals of smoke deafen me to your inner light, I cried out to the vastness

A title wave of acoustic light sings out with my conscious breath like efflorescent gamma-rays strength from my solar plex. I walk the beach barefoot and free heartbeats vibing in my breast Eastern wind blowing through my hair a static electric dance. I hum a tune sung with the gulls and my water washed toes lift on up above printed sand levitated by His hold. Love, Cleo Dear Child is part of #CleosLetters collection shared on TwilightLetters.com

(The found letter) Dear Key of C, You’ve been kind to me Always showing the way home Into the middle Into the in-between The places I see The place to be. Hearing melodies Truths unveiled like a bride and groom naked on their honeymoon. Bare, pure not here or there but in the timeless everywhere and nowhere. —Cleo Bell #CleosLetters #TwilightLetter Dear Key of C was written for TwilightLetters.com

Dear Orange Window is a letter from Cleo to October. Written for Twilight Letters.