sight

[creativesoul]

these images floated
above the eylids
like butterfly wings
childrens touch
pure and sweet
sky blue
slight breezes soothed her soul
no one here was in control
each time the sun came up
there was a reason
speaking to van gough
in her sleep
laughing with norman mailer
inipi with sitting bull
dinner with jeff bridges
horseback riding with dennis weaver
those lil dreams
came true
like blooming flowers
nothing sours
when you listen
to the sight

[dadio]

Splendid.