I’ll wait for you there—
you know the place—
the one where we met in my dream.
The warm summer night,
the chant of moonlight,
the music, the dance and our dreams.
Alone in the darkness,
alone in the crowd,
together we play with our words.
You take off your mask
so that I see your soul,
touch beauty and pain in this dream.
as we celebrate now—
embracing the magic of poetic dreams.
Image: Wikipedia Commons Erato, Muse of Poetry
Written for the Ball at dVerse where we celebrate the third anniversary of our poetry community. Be sure to stop by and meet the guest of honor: Poetry. The gates to the garden open Thursday, 3:00 PM EDT.
every day of life,
kisses blushing earth with bronze—
daily gift of Light.
As a former hospice nurse I’m so aware that every day we are alive is worthy of celebration! Sorry, couldn’t get into a cynical frame of mind. Today is beautiful…tomorrow it’s supposed to be “nasty” according to the weatherman.