thank you.
pen in my hand,
on page one.
clouds spinning on a sunny day,
with lines written on the face of sand,
and wind in a euphoric dance .
some call it sympathetic environment,
the inner child
eases a gasp of relief.
empathizing music, it be better named.
unblemished diamonds on your
gold encrusted skin
(field after field of yellow daffodils).
wonderment gaped in resplendent awe.
the pages flip by like sonnets in rhymes
without form,
formless radiance
awoken in the musky scent of sheets,
witness to childhood lullabies and
a memorized fairytale.
so raw,
washed in a hue of indifference.
with a choice, of course a choice-
you made.
so page one stares blank,
yet mirroring so much more at me.
01 July 2010
11:50:00 PM
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