Monday, August 11, 2008

we lie lazily
under that stunning ceiling
of galaxies and nova's
toes burried in
tiers of rosy lace
oh so lost
in the caressing
winds of march
and just the very though of you
sets my soul a dancing
like a serene ballet of love
that leaps
and jives
as silent as the sky we gaze


1 comment:

sophiejade said...

That is lovely, and the Bedroom looks amazing what a beautiful place to wake up..