His mind floated through life
where it couldn’t be stopped,
even his logic kept flight
Her face controlled his dreams
as he struggled between the
crevices of reality
below the moon’s supervision
He desired to write poetry,
wordless poetry on her silky skin,
how the touch and taste of her
would be rich to his spirit
But knowing she was far out of reach,
her whispered kisses
wove softly through his fingers
Lauren Scott © 2016
14 thoughts on “Mirage”
Thank you, Patrick, and thanks for visiting!
Artful imagery. One of your best I think.
Thanks so much, Carl! I appreciate your kind words. Have a great weekend!
:O awesome Lauren!!!
Thanks so much, Scott! I’m trying to write more. 🙂 Happy Friday!
It’s hard to control our wondering thoughts and dreams.
Very true, Binky!
Lauren, this is beautiful. You weave magic with words. Hope you are having a terrific weekend. Hugs.
Thanks, Michelle! Your words make my day and it has just begun. 🙂 I’m glad the weekend is here and I wish you a wonderful one, too! Returning hugs, my friend
As usual you tempt us to enter the dream.
and as usual, your comment makes my day.