
tidal ebb and flow
all that remains
poems of old
meandering dreams
in angelic flight
entwined forever
~ ©AvdL 2012 ~
~ For H ~
the crimson light
of a newborn day
joie de vivre in
every breath I take
treading footsteps
echo the sound
of silent innuendos
as thoughts fly away
like nectar dripping
invading my senses
where muses play
I’ll write you a verse
and softly whisper
“come play”
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(Picture taken by yours truly at 5am on my daily 8km walk..phewww)
The River Literary & Artistic Journal honored me by announcing this blog their blog of the month.
A huge thank you from me to theriverjournal .… My muse was on hiatus far too long.