In the attic among forgotten articles of lost rendezvous
There is a chamber of doors
Behind walls where naked feet dance on the mantel
Bellowing clouds are calling me
To enter the silver misted chamber
My footsteps become lighter as I pass thru a door
Marked by symbolic children with glass marble eyes
They blink disappearing into air
And leave me alone walking on the laughing moon
Dave Moilanen, 4 months ago
Man! The mental picture that is created when you read this! Great writing Arlene!
Arlene Zapata, 4 months ago
Thanx for the Fave Dave and for the nice compliment!
Riyllan, 4 months ago
I stand ….. I applauded
:)
Arlene Zapata in reply to Riyllan’s comment, 4 months ago
WOW! THANX Riyllan!
Riyllan, 4 months ago
Very welcome …very deserved Arlene
;-)