Thursday, 17 August 2017

Counting sheep

Twinkling beneath gossamer wink
a voice that erupts from a soothing jingle
cascading into my heart
tides on an unbodied beach
of gold sands and silver waves
painting the shores in a translucent haze
as does a voice
so rich in amber tones
Sodden in coppery notes
imbued with kindness deep
lyrical..mythical
that oozes down my being
conjuring an image
while shadows sleep
forming a portrait that soaks into me
mounting a head on to a voice
followed by a trio of three galaxies

-kisses

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