If thoughts could be a thousand pictures
The twinkling stars would be your eyes
Clouds of fluff would halt above me
Painting your smiles across the skies
You would be there, your fingers warm
In the golden glow of the rising sun
Glinting silver on spilling cascades
Of unruly hair streaming undone
The gentle breeze would form the echoes
Of reined affections, holding me in thrall
Racing hearts skidding, breathless
As I wait enraptured, for the sky to fall
© Manic Sylph 2016
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Dancing Stars
PoetryI spill my soul into my words that are sometimes dark as inky wells and sometimes, they explode into showers of light..... Together they coalesce to make up beautiful starry nights.
