Exuberance in loving, a fault of mine own. Like we used to do. Our footsteps hovered the ground, they carressed the undisturbed leaves, That left two trails of prints of life. They sizzle in the air. Between the autumn trees, the green wet dew soaked trees. We walked between the walls of morning birds singing in the breeze. Misty warm precipitation feathers down Our direction takes us there with glides of understanding. But where's the mystery. We don't know where we go. But there still floats our footprints. In the air. Two trails of prints they sizzle there. The trail that ends depends upon the care. Our footprints trail up through the clouds, up in the sky, The blue of kingdom come with gold of fresh new air. Up through the clouds they wind To right and left so wide… Sweet sparrow purple silvered wings, she kissed us flying by on love it made us warm. It made us so very warm inside. We kiss the wind that blows them to our lips, her lips so soft and moist. Softness laid us down upon the clouds to float in happiness, happy in eternity. We soaked in and touched the sun with faces. Like we used to do.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem attempting to gain many opinions and explanations of what each reader thinks and visions....conjured from words !
A vehicle for thought !
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