Wisps of distant memories,
Again,dancing are in your mind,
Tears that trembled, sometimes so blue,
Caressed upon warm days of sun, left behind...
Concert of nocturnes, played by your very hand,
Spreading sweet love, and right upon the sand.
Songs of cardinals, and love birds cry at your demand,
Inviting you, the dreamer once more to dream and grand
Love that fearless dances quite beneath the moon,
You kiss the petals at every dawn, colours fizzled, expand,
You compose the songs, your heart sets the tune,
Love runs its course, and always at your command.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2004
