Pretty
eyes of magic...

A Rustic old windmill
stood firmly planted...

I am beautiful as the sunshine,
dancing upon the mirror before me...

I've been writing this piece
many years to date...

Come rest with me, set us free
within a field of lavender...

Vermin remain
hidden...

If I were to feverishly bite my lip
in sequence of each syllable you...

Dearest dande, lions will cry
scorned by a summer's heated kiss...

I stop and listen often,
to crinkling leaves of grace...

Always searching for a
Better way to express my...

I could write about a woman lost
within the woods, whose hands...

If my minds eye could create the
past within an April whisper...