Oh, dream catcher
Heart snatcher
Body taker
Love maker
Your eyes do look into mine
And I stand still
For what was staring back
Was full of compassion
All of you became all of mine
And then it became
All of me
YOU ARE READING
Sunbeams on The Forest Floor
Poetry/to love is to endure/ Join me in this journey of poetry that reveals the fleetingness of love like sunbeams in all of its enduring glory.
