Daylight breaks before me
In a pallet so bold.
Dazzling brilliant fingers
Beckon. . .outstreached,
Warming my face
In a veil of solar lace;
Striking my hair
With shards of gold

Tropical breezes blowing. . .
The surf crashing,
Wild, careless,free.
Misty salt air sparkling;
Sensuously entwined
with fragrant plumaria
Overwhelming my senses.

Lost in a dream. . .
Of roads yet untraveled;
Illusions amid
Meridian blue water;
More luminous now
Than ever imagined,
These Visions of
You and I

~~Soaring Spirit, ©2001~~
 

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"  Take my hand, beloved, and let us fly into our dreams where fate will  reveal herself to the miracle of us."
~~ S.S.~~