Drifting on a flight of fancy
riding on the heavy scent of lilac
soaring on a sultry summer breeze

Fingers reaching upward
as moonlight trickles on my skin
in trails of kisses, feather light,
that catch my breath then set it free 
upon a shooting star.

Arching on the Northern Lights,
drowning in their glory,
washed away into a dream
with dancing shades of heaven,
wrapped in sighs as soft as silk

Free-falling, weightless, 
landing safely in the only place
I long to be. 


june 2006