Friday, March 21, 2014

Mist and Gold

I'm dreaming of lifetimes of mist and gold
Barefoot on cool misty greens
Sparkling crystals floating
With stories waiting to be told
Of crinkles and laughter
And koi taking a peek
Of birds zipping by
For the seeds that they seek
Of papers and pens
Of long afternoons
Of strolls on the beach
Fingers entwined
It can never begin too soon
Here I am
At the place of my birth
Dreaming of the day
When I'll have my piece of
Heaven on earth

Copyright © Allene Angelica 2014

*Allene Angelica*
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