
I heard the faeries speak
in scented breath of rosemary
and daffodil and clover woven tresses;
fragrant rose clouds seemed to spell my name
-in familiar hand of calligraphy, with gentle touch of love-
a momentary picture then I saw of you
the way you must have been before;
before your earthly form, before mine,
you showed me where the bridge is Mom,
and I know you'll call me when it's time;
in scented breath of rosemary
and daffodil and clover woven tresses.







No worries there
and much love~ Desire~*~~*~

huh I was seeing her hands...

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