and cranes took flight
to the morning light
and the red sun shone
o’er the mountains steep
strands of love
to the morning light
and the red sun shone
o’er the mountains steep
strands of love
cut from the skein
and the pale moon rose
o’er the jungle deep
a white rhino
glistenin’ in the rain
o’er the jungle deep
a white rhino
glistenin’ in the rain
and the tin stars froze
in their slumber keep
as flamingos pranced
in silent campaign
and the night winds sang
in shades of blue
threadin’ their kites
in silver dew
and i kissed the day
your lips came to stay
and we danced
the dance
of love’s
last
in their slumber keep
as flamingos pranced
in silent campaign
and the night winds sang
in shades of blue
threadin’ their kites
in silver dew
and i kissed the day
your lips came to stay
and we danced
the dance
of love’s
last
chance
.
.
.
4 comments:
That one had a really nice rhythm to it!
WOW! The image, the words...beautifully done, Gypsy.
oh, how wonderful to have you drop by, as always, alex! was over at your place yesterday and am so excited for the release of your book tomorrow!!! kudos to you, sir!
i like this rousseau painting with this poem, too, trish - love the jungle scene - anyway, many thanks!
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