on the rainy station people jostling
like flies in a jar, nestling in
and again my mind turns you over
a marble shining, a memory caught
my hands curl like wet leaves
I see you lying in the green, the soft foliage
Did you know long fingered roads run all over the world
and sooner or later my grip will catch you
and beckon, saying she is waiting
and oh yes I am waiting
wrapped in this old overcoat of dreams
steel cables locking up my heart
but darling I will be peaceful
waiting for your coffee cup smile
botanicfanatic
Enjoying your imagery, burntblue.
fillette
This is beautiful, you do create beautiful pictures.