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| Girl on a Swing - The Sunday Muse |
Who says you can’t dance in the clouds
where the heart beats thunderous loud
In a dream there was once you and I
making love with words until we cried
Seeking momentum in another realm
the guardian of the universe at the helm
Swinging high, then low in whispers of love
sharing our magic with the heavens above
Perhaps, the intensity made us fools of pain
our feet always dangling on the edge of sane
Tip-toeing in the clouds, where our souls met
those other-worldly moments, I will never forget
The emotional rush of excitement in my head
remembering the enchantment of what was said
remembering the enchantment of what was said
If you believe there is joy in touching the sky
do it now, before the dream disappears and dies
Where the heart beats thunderous loud
who says you can't dance in the clouds
linking with The Sunday Muse
Thank you for your visit
Dreaming, loving, touching the sky - you have captured the wonder so well in this poem. Some times of our lives will always shine golden.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful whimscial poem
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday
Much💖love
A beautiful interpretation of the image, Truedessa :-)
ReplyDeleteThis was enchanting True, exhilarating! Wonderfully well written. 🙂✌🏼❤️
ReplyDelete"Do it now, before the dream" is out of reach because we're too old?
ReplyDeleteA nice adventure, similar to mine except sooo much more exotic.
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Lovely imagery !
ReplyDeleteThis is simply delightful!
ReplyDeleteYou certainly danced with that poem!
ReplyDeleteTruedessa I liked how you made capped couplets. Favorite line:
ReplyDelete"our feet always dangling on the edge of sane"
All the wonderful things dreaming brings are in this poem. Love it!
ReplyDeleteFrom the title to the last line, this is wonderful in every way my friend! So sorry to be so late getting here Truedessa. It has been one of those weeks!
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