Thursday, 19 January 2012

Must be the fumes....

There must be something in the gas fumes at work....I wrote both these...while at work.

Of castle clouds 
On sunset hopes
On dreams of snow white love
Of fantastical sensations
In desire of one vision
Sailing gently with lovers gaze
To tomorrows hopes and wishes
Of some times bent distant kisses
Gently flowing toward forever
Perfection perceived in ones eyes
Heart and soul.


The perfection and absolution of love is ever exponentially expanding - if we choose to let it.

One Last Glimpse


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