Saturday, August 29, 2015

To Beach






In my dream I can feel the rays at 11 o’clock in the courtyard of the village,
I can see the touch of a smile as a picture clears in your head
in those unguarded moments you believe yourself alone,
and I want to sweep you up into my heaven,
where the scent of the mist from the forest
swirls into your being a clarity that lets you shape your world
into the image that is in YouR mind…




7 comments:

  1. This is SO beautiful, sweetie. Every time I read you, I'm hungry for more. Please ... keep writing, and more often. Let it all drip out ... everything you feel.

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  2. I would love to enter into your heaven, where the scent of the mist from the forest is swirling ... and the scent of mushrooms ... Love, cat.

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  3. Include this one in the book, Shadow! Love it.

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  4. Such an entrancing dream ... blissful.

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  5. hello shadow its dennis the vizsla dog hay the beach!!! that is ware the oshun is!!! umm i am kind of afrayd of the oshun lets go sumware else!!! ok bye

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  6. Sounds like a beautiful place to me.
    And a very warm feel too in sweeping them
    off their feet and lifting them up

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