Joy Bringer

This poem grew through the afternoon without any of the usual triggers ~ Muse was having fun ...





Joy Bringer  -  26 Mar 13


Lightly touching
Her feet dance across my Soul
Joy bringer
Inviting smiles
Sharing Her with Me

Moving through my thoughts
She goes
Her thoughts entwined with mine
Touching ~ Tasting
Experiencing We

Footsteps lightly trace
The patterns of our dreams
Her kisses …
Leave no physical trace
But never forgotten





I really Love how some poems grow from just a few words.