Exposed.
Banish her tears.
Let
the
wake of
gliding swans
carry them over
cherry blossom tides
along ivied lines of a
longing unearthed
and into a soul
laid bare
for
you.
•
Storytime.
• Vinto, Bolivia •
After tea—and before little Esterita’s nap—she and Puppydoc would often enjoy a story together.
And for a second, they would forget their troubles…big and small…and just touch the stars…
🙂
Slumber.
Stars
curled ’round
my wandering thoughts,
ensheathed in oblivion serene.
Fears sway languidly,
cradled by night,
I surrender
to
its
embrace.
•
Dream.
Silent
whispers
of a
wistful
heart
beseech
us
not
to
leave,
so
let
us
glide
in
your
sweet
tide
until
the
ebbing
eve…
