I have so many poems and writings that I have tucked away that recently re-surfaced while cleaning and packing. Reading this makes me realize how important it is to fulfill your dreams.
I saw her again. She is quite unique in a special way. Her emotions expressed by the warm touch of her hand she seemed to say, "I understand." Her beauty bronze, unadorned, refreshing. Simple and pure. She smiled, a soft and subtle grin while reaching for their shoulder giving support once again. The tone of her smile seem to come from heaven soft silent and calm. I tried not to stare at her only to glance But with all of her serene charm and beauty I saw the soul of her eyes. Her spirit drained of all passion. Lost Eyes... Seemed distant in a dream running to embrace searching for more. Sad Eyes... Sunken beneath the wrinkles lost in hunger to overcome, to believe. Old Weary Eyes... tired, worn, yellow holding back puddled tears She knows her dreams are the blood that keeps her strong. Sadly I looked away. Doomed to wonder, if in her eyes I see a reflection of me. Linda 7/2015
Milo…… King of his castle
A perfect day to dream 