![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT68HyfbK76WsKlJz786QjxbS_ggvyz2x0RIJ1lXqQG53ecjnQ99bDUXwtPuFEdwa1RAxjSKdYIlDuPt2ozaLQf4r22vaSqZioDsnOr_qwe24G6ZkiHVjw3GDyd_S2IxibjlacEXX5YxM/s400/Fantasy-Landscapes-2.jpg)
The words come
Fluttering, thundering
Returning from a journey
They only give hints at,
Tickling the imagination
And caressing the heart;
They arrive with no rules to hold them,
And drift into place--
Read aloud, perhaps senseless,
But held quietly, and they grow--
Into feelings envisioned,
Into truths admitted,
Into landscapes of us.
No comments:
Post a Comment