I have listened to the stars
as they played the pan flute and piccolo;
danced the Blue Danube Waltz
with the Aurora Borealis,
and curtseyed to Orion as I swayed by.

I have tiptoed ‘cross the universe
barefoot on the clouds;
rested there with the wind in my hair
listening to the wisdom
of the man in the moon.

I have climbed the Little Dipper;
lassoed a comet’s tail;
then caught the nearest zephyr
and floated back to earth
landing safely where I started...in your arms.


                        april 2003







Awarded by Flowing Quills~week of April 18-24, 2003





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