Joys come quietly,
in whispers
The thoughts come calling
in sighs
of remembered hues
They alight
on my waiting lashes
Tender
and loving
Like molten drops of dew
Sometimes
they trickle down
in stains
To the ends
of my quivering breathes
Where I trap them
in cherished musings
of my heart
To live dreams
resplendent
in their magic weaves
© 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.
