Her Call To All

Dreamy drumstick kitten paws
tap tippity drip dripping
Rhythm and touch
Feathers flapping
willing winds
warbling willful songstress
sings sonnets and etudes
to the colors of her suitors
lapping licking waves
the sands accept
the lilt of the moon
Her cadence
Her call to all
The Daughter of the Sun
allows the darkness and reflects
upon us
Light and hues
silent screams
And
shattered seams
of dreamscape quilts
in a bedfoot chest

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

That some pretty fine wordsmithing. I'm not sure what it was about but it was a pleasure to read.

[Nipplegrinder]

About the moon, mang!

[Davidgeo]

Ha... I reread it and, it was kinda obvious. My bad, I've been drinking.

[Davidgeo]

mang. . . .