BABY, LIKE CRAZY

As I lie here
With eyes closed softly
I think deeply of you
And I inhale stars
The scent of twinkling light
So fresh and alive
Sparkling gentle inside me
And I want to write this feeling
So tentatively
As it must be
Like writing words on bubbles
Delicate and precious
Begging them not to disappear
Like dreams in the morning

   By Phil Roberts

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

Fantastic writing. The scent of light that is truly magical imagery you create with your clever word play

[Beccy]

'like writing words on bubbles.' That is a line a poet often dreams will spring from the pen.

A gentle and reflective poem that I very much enjoyed.

Beccy.

[charlie]

The last two lines really say it all (I read them with a comma)

[Phil Roberts]

Thank you, Charlie. Much appreciated. I had this notion of words on bubbles and the rest was really a vehicle for that.