Leaping,
Careless,
Playful images,
In my mind
From nowhere
Appear.
Filling pages,
Filing notes,
Pages blank,
Spreading you,
With extreme care
And
Rhythm,
Till you come to
Me alive or
Make some kind of
Sense.
Open seasons,
The sun filters
In,
Till the night,
With you
Rides along,
Then
You set me
Free,
At last
With wide open
Wings!
Ladydp2000
copyright@2000
Dear Dorian, Hi! This is beautiful. You have such a way with words. Just beautiful and well written. Thanks! Bye! Teresa
Ahhhh "With wide open wings!".... Yes, but I'm thinking of wide open arms, to greet my boyfriend when he comes to me from Italy! This was beautifully dreamy! Hey! Thanks for the critiques, and I hope your Holiday Season is also safe, and warm.