Feb 15, 2012

In Her Dreams

*In her dreams*
Time sparkles with energy, shifting soft pictures and desires
that belong to her, and her alone.
*In her dreams*
Artistic spectors brush her shape, inspiring flaws to deliciously blush,
and remind her that these are what make her unique.
*In her dreams*
Clouded castles, swirling in fog encased realms of never-more,
she walks on the breath of the wing, with bare feet,
equal to any princess, clothed in illuminating white chiffon.
*In her dreams*
She is tantalized and tantalizing, to mind, body and spirit of this world,
and worlds known only to shape shifting dream places.
*In her dreams*
©J.V/2005

2 comments:

  1. Dreaming is my gateway to imagination. Enjoyed reading about yours.

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  2. Read your, "I want to be a poet" and want to invite you to my blog where I rhyme all the time.
    http://booguloo.wordpress.com/

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