Willow-o-wisps
Adrift with the wind
never touching the ground
illuminating the night
If ever we need found
your light is mine
together we are bound
tiny stars of the night
Jewels of a crown.
,
misty moon lit sky
Just you and me
dew drop tear touch
gently dancing on leaves
Gliding gingerly
Just above the trees
phosphorous dance
upon the dark canopy.
Your poem gives off the feeling of flight. Nice.
April 12, 2011 at 10:19 pm
Fantasy and escape where what I had in mine. Thanks!
April 16, 2011 at 5:59 pm