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Eyes as deep blue as the pool below Hidden Falls
Hair the shifting tints of a miser’s golden dream
Hands as soft as a thought and as light as air
Lips that whisper her need and my delight
A lovely image captured in my fading sight
Held in place within with such tender care
A memory among many that remains fresh it seems
As I wander the long road of fate to its sad call
Dreamy Poem
Hidden in a surreal world
her image, a mirage drifts
glimpses of a half seen dream
lay scattered all about
in dark blue eyes a reflection
glitters of a dreamscape land
a soft a delicate hand extents
waving as a breeze in soft clouds
dispersing cloud form to the heavens
some floating to the dew covered ground.
A mirage, a vision, a surreal grand opera
filtering into a late summer night
played on a lofty, airy stage
drifting away into the edges of dawn.
Soaring Feather