Good morning Robin of Dundas Valley

Oh singing Bird of spring, Permission texts in yellow for my inspired blue thought-bubble AND for a sighing springkiss through the Heather, with the willows while the sandstirred clouds, once anxious trouble- clusters, scatter-whirl, transmograflowing gently whisperturned to daybreak... springtime glitterweather, PASSION PURE and TRUE I must say... I can't remember ever being so stimulated on a Saturday morning By a beauty - more sweeter and musical than you That rolling-warm thunder on the coast-shore image.....wondrous! I love your free-flow spirit miraculous Great gray mares... thundrously galloping in, on the seawomans morning yawn through mystic mists like Avalon. Blowing me a sighing kiss through the Heather and the willows while the sands, stirring; gently whisped and turned to daybreak springtime glitterweather Ahh...to her, i dream, I am her chaser BREATHING...Gently blowing passion *Strongly* essence-Nature! Taken by attention Going... Stolen....my attention whilst i turn and smirk, remembering....then kick at melting broken salty ice bits to my own captivated jigsaw self-enslave'directed-stray and sleepwalk re-arrendered. in her essence aye, Oh yes i am there; When love is in the windy song she sings the flight, with Robin, that my spirit's taking

julianne'S EYEZ AZURELY happened

yourpoet Wondering... Is your personality captivating almost as much as your celtic echoing azure n sea spirit eyes....  I could see the Sun beyond, Behind lighthouse-like n' flashing cloud signals from, On a floating island forever stranded There flies the calling ripple-tides and falls the rolling shadowy sigh Across Clover hills of Irish coastline...towering with shy stonepride the calling of the birds and sky ghosts within the vast beyond so deep we go earth element tones, in the sea and aquamarine in the brilliance of all that is those eyes of yours.  And mine i felt reflexive One last thing.... When the sun met with you, realize it was heavenly and very powerful too  bad, was it?  was blinding for you perhaps.  From whence n' where JULIANNE's eyes JUST happened

your poem

* * Starwinged glittering earthy n twilight toned Aquamarine..alluring eyes. Where eagles scream in golden sun....beneathe the rushing river runs....through meandering dreams.....split seems....forestry parenthisese....soaring....gliding....diving splases of earthly divine reflections captured and connected here in your eyes divine tapestriese...xo Mar 5 * yourpoet sorry

the faceless shadow busker

Raymond John Scott 9 mins  · Edited  · "" ""she will forever be there, thickening darkness...clawing in my back from nearly not too far behind....claws so insecurely clasping...curling.....scratching... taking pictures.....click...click...click.....i can never turn around out busking on the borderline.... she made the blackness thicker....deeper....stronger.....she always stood not far behind....in alleyways n corridors and all of my frames of mind.....snapping pictures....click. click. click. out went lamplights....click....click...click....i never turned around......the faceless buskin balladeer I suppose because I didn't share my secret love fantasies with you I turned you mad..... bitterluck pill next time...where all is void and vast in a rollercoaster tumbleweed dust storm invisible thread n spool run off the needlepoint of thought and frailty in alleyways n corridors and other frames of mind .......where the blackhole faced balladeer busks out on the empty borderline......clck click click....and lamplights on james north go one by one.....click click......click""Like ""Comment ""Share