I live in dreams
Fantasy worlds
Prancing on clouds
Spinning deep swirls
What luck I have
To get this treat
Born with laurels
No wondrous feat
Just to have life
Is such a prize
But there is more
The open skies
I wish to share
Open your mind
Show you my sights
Without the blinds
But I don't wait
Hold dear my time
On to the next
And the new rhymes
No exceptions
I will leave soon
With or without
Next stop, the moon
5/6/13
YOU ARE READING
Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
