~The Dragon Flies Lair III~

October 18, 2003 | bentfeather

[Soaring Feather]

My Dragon Fly and Me

If I could be a Dragon Fly
and wing my way through the sky
I would never be shy
just me and my Dragon Fly!

By moonlight we ride the wind
chase the comets tail for fun
by day we would hide from the sun
our fragile wings would come undone

On darkest nights we would use
fireflies as our guides
we would dip and we would glide
through the heavens open wide
and scatter diamonds in the night sky
my Dragon Fly and I...

And we would wing past our lovers
silent in the night...
to kiss their face in our flight
much to their surprise and delight
my Dragon Fly and me in sight...

Such a view do we share
away up here in the air
of breezes soft through our hair
my Dragon Fly and me a pair...

bentfeather©

[SAMWolf]

Bats



When the sun goes down,
Bats wake from their sleep.
They begin to stir
And squeak and peep.
Then they dart about
Their cavernous room,
Anxious for
The deepening gloom.
They pour from their cave
Out into the night,
Huge black clouds
In hungry flight.
Gobbling beetles
And moths as they fly,
They darken the already
Darkened sky...
Only returning
When night grows gray
To hang from their ceilings
And sleep all day.

Dee Lilligard

[snippy_about_it]

i'll be right here beside you
if you ever need me
i'll catch you when you fall

sai 10.03

[snippy_about_it]

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea,
and music in its roar;
I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

----Lord Byron

[snippy_about_it]

Yikes. Bats.

Good music, hadn't heard "Two Different Worlds" before.

[Soaring Feather]

She Is

She is sweet desire

radiant and dancing

loving mornings

They are soft music...

 laughing

**************

bentfeather 

a/k/a MHL

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[Soaring Feather]

i'll be right here beside you
if you ever need me
i'll catch you when you fall

sai 10.03

EXQUISITE

[Soaring Feather]

The Lord Byron poem is wonderful, also the graphic you have chosen is perfect.

Thank you.

[Soaring Feather]

>Bats<

Good pome SAM!

When are you going to dig out some of that wonderful Haiku you wrote last year????

I know where all of it is you know! LOL

[snippy_about_it]

thank you.

[Soaring Feather]

>(You may already have won a million dollars.) <

This tagline cracks me up!!!!

Listening to the tunes now. Love Mrs. Robinson!!!!

Ohhhhhh she was a wicked woman, oh yeah!! NOT

[SAMWolf]

Great picture with that poem!

[Soaring Feather]

:-)

[SAMWolf]

Beautiful poem and just love the graphic.

[snippy_about_it]

Thank you. It's a keeper. ;)

[Soaring Feather]

Shaking A Tail Feather here SAM!! LOL
Oh yes, good sound!!!

[snippy_about_it]

That's a whole lotta tail feather, feather. LOL.

[Soaring Feather]

Hi Doo,

The expensive Pecans arrived. Thank you every so much.

:-)

[SAMWolf]

I knew you'd "groove" to that one LOL

[Soaring Feather]

Just stuff.....

It takes 100,000 years for a red giant to change into a
white dwarf. By astronomical standards, this is prac-
tically instantaneous, a mere one-thousandth of the star's
life.

[Trikebuilder]

Lover by Dawn

As dawn breaks soft through the windows above my bed,
I watch her sleep, laying silent in wonder at the art that is she.
Her skin is as soft as silk, yet filled with the heat of life and passion fed,
I caress her with gentle joy at the mystery that only she can be.

Her eyes are closed in deepest sleep, the peace of her fills me sweet,
and I am humbled by her grace in soft repose, a living canvas here.
I watch her mouth slip into little smiles so playful yet so fleet,
as dreams take her to places only she will ever know I fear.

She breaths with subtle rise and fall of those delicate perfect breasts,
and I marvel at the sheen of light upon the softest of golden downy hair.
Shadows play upon her skin in slow dance to mother sun as she rests,
glowing with perfection, living art of solar caresses upon skin oh so bare.

Tangled limbs in lazy grace that flow from her last passions race,
with wisps of sheet to add texture to perfection, she is Love’s work in display.
Her hair a halo of color and golden luster to catch the eye and let time fly a pace,
no picture drawn by hand of man can express her beauty as morning does say.
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