Been awhile since we hung out in the corner. This is one odf those poems that just seems to slip through your fingers. I don't know, it just seems, wispy.
But, there it is..
Maybe we should start up the fog machine and get a bit of mist rolling through the spotlight..
sure.. why not.
Floating Dream
In the summertime sunset
sitting in the tall grass
under the old maple tree
waiting for the blackness
to close down daylight.
Looking over my shoulder
a glimpse from the corner
of my half closed eyes,
her hair was pure amber
and those smoky hazel eyes.
Catching the dying sunlight,
those hazy reflective pools
turning to the living night;
rising with the full moon
I smiled into the stars.
Sunshine slowly fades away
into the misty gray between,
the starlight holds sway
over the dew falling blades
of green, green grass.
She rises up, greeting
with arms thrust skyward,
nightfall over the hillside,
appearing in silver shards
of light through the leaves.
Softly, a whisper between lips,
singer and song begin to flow
into the slowly swirling mists
caressing the dragonfly glow
up the hill through the trees.
I embrace her lilting melody,
following the enticing song
to the pinnacle of the hill,
pausing on the edge of memory
then reaching to touch the moon.
Ethereal dreams born in the mist,
chanted harmonies to soothe the soul,
infinite beauty captured in a moment
and a feather's kiss of acceptance,
pull me home to the floating dream.
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