Let them run

Simple thought,
  leads to a simple plan.

No restraints,
  merely a jaunt under the desert skies.

Chill of the night,
  after baking in the light.

Stand in the shower of stars.

Ideals taking hesitant steps,
  restrained only by my slow fingertips.

Despite the pain,
  let them run.

Reviews

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:: exquisite images, monsieur jon... was transported to where you are instantly...

[Renée]

my thoughts go in so many different directions on this piece... such beauty there is to behold in the desert...endless blanket of stars...the "chill after being in the light" that almost made me shiver ( :
Really nice piece Dear Tortoise ! With many places in ones mind to run....