Like a child cries in the night,
My cry reached out to you
and you cradled me in your arms...
Words slipping from your lips to mine
Sharing dreams of little feet
running down the hall...
Oceans breathe of love written
on the sigh of a dove's feather...
Looking into the horizon
whispers drift along the breeze,
causing my hand to move
across the page of words
that flow from painting fingers...
Dancing in a rhythm of lyrics
Shadowing the moon's laughter
as we interlock fingers of love
and inspiration that twirl through
the fog of miles that separate
Beating hearts...
Singing songs of Angel's
touch and masculine beauty
as your dreams become mine on this
page that your voice inspired...
Hear the music play by the bon fire of life
as lungs reach out and breathe in the voice's
mist that appears beside the fiddle's string,
Reaching out and weaving magic like a gypsy's
mythical ball.. Flowing into the night of a wolf's howl
movement creates paintings of what our minds see in
the rain of your eyes...
Transfering images of life from your heart to mine through
the rhythm of the sun's rays...
My muse is the secret key that will open
the door of my mind..




seeing as the muse is te JUDGE!











) .. instead of ..., the true & proper ellipsis.
gee... If I have to!



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