Window Open

Another of my limite surréaliste poems which grew in the very early hours of the day.





Window Open  -  22 Jul 13

Moments in which
A painted window
On a painted wall
Lets in light from
Somewhen else
And shadows dance
To music conducted
By the trees
And dancing in the waterfall
From the sky
Moments when the stars
Painted on the window
Open to the night

It is my intention that, one day, I shall take these poems to the next level.

Returning

A little love poem that grew from various thoughts...





Returning - 22 Feb 10

Basking in the afterglow
Letting memories
Cascade through my mind
Like a gentle waterfall

Warm thoughts
Still fresh and playful
Surround me
Play with me
Take me again
Into the starlit field
To show me the wonders
We experienced...
Again





Playing with thoughts and memories...again, I go there quite often.