beneath the sun
I heard the summer sky
and it lifted me up to heaven
where love feathers gold wings
and angels cry
your soul sleeps within the depth
of my emotion
of my emotion
and I am lost to you....forever
change whistles down corridors white
with pure thought and intent
(c) 2018 Jan Darrow
photo: pixabay
It's snowing outside, but for a short while I was whisked away to a balmy, blue sky day.
ReplyDeleteSo glad I could transport you out of Scotland! About this time of year I have Tucson AZ on my mind....
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