the slightest stream
that runs
within the
crevices of my
cluttered
mind.
A great hope
floats
upon you
like a massed ship
to grandest
discovery.
Reveries
sweet reveries
play upon the keys
the longing tune
of one
yearning to find
oneself.
~me.
Beautiful Kat, your write so nicely! Bliss!!!
ReplyDelete*shucks* Thanks!
ReplyDeleteI try...still trying. Ha!