GOLDEN dreams
once I had
— like swaying braids
of yellow wheat
across vast fields
of loving land
But such dreams
— in parched days
withered-dried
and so they died
Now I sleep
and pray to dream
of crystal lands
and blue-kiss skies
She touches me
and my fears flee
Tenderly sleep-dream
kissing me
— we tenderly dream
>12/22/2013<
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Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love...
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December 22nd, 2013 at 6:43 pm
Coolish, powdery-fine imagery, with a hint of romance, just enough to flavor it without making it cheesy. Wonderful blend!
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December 22nd, 2013 at 8:29 pm
Iris, thank you for the review and I appreciate all you’ve said! Have a wonderful day today! ~ Phillip
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December 22nd, 2013 at 10:24 pm
You’re welcome. Have a wonderful day yourself. π
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