Along the old road to the secluded, sunshine place,
Dandelion arcs in the sunny breeze,
The night star twinkle and haunt in our minds,
As butterflies drift and i roll in the reeds.
The sun blazes, the undulating hill, the kites flying,
I move in from behind and embrace you,
All our lovers dreams and accomplishments,
I wish away hazy and bright, thoughtscapes beckoning.
Drifting and floating.
I, we, all are image and as i see the white horses and waterfalls we walk back from the paths.
POEM COPYRIGHT PAUL JONATHAN STOKES
ART COPYRIGHT JON HAWARD 2011