C H A S I N G *** LANDSCAPESA Poem by Craig Froman
Making me believe that she’s more...
While dreams chase landscapes
Elusive across rickety bridges
And the fabric of her curved lines
She has October in her eyes
Hair laced golden on shadows
Skin soft as silken daffodil wings
How I taste the sapphire on her lips
What is the wilding world to me?
Do I slip it on like constricted shoes?
Or do I dance raindrop barefoot?
She giggles her warm laughtering trill
Magnificent music she plays over space
Making me believe that she’s more
Than light lit letters on a leafed page.
© 2012 Craig Froman
Shelved in 1 LibraryAdded on June 30, 2012
Last Updated on July 15, 2012
Small town, AR
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