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
