Dancing barefoot on an arc of light
The gardenia fragrant poet-saint
From my past in India
Connects with the belugas
Swimming deep in the undercurrents
Of the river flowing east
Towards the Atlantic ocean
He bridges the gap between you and I
Mends the magnetic field
So we can dance to the same tune
Our sacred hearts blooming into a rose
Pale pink subtle Rose of Times
As the sun rises over Tadoussac
Around the summer solstice
Shifting our world
Yolande Villemaire 
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