nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

AN OBSERVING SKY

There are places
A distant trace
Lost in thought
Behind closed gates
Warm within
Tender arms
A gentle breath
A womans charm.

A poetic dream
Far from here
A silent fall
Of a lonely tear
A rolling kiss
Lips to taste
An artistic smile
Wrapped in grace.

A fountains spray
In a foreign land
Words that trickled
To desperate hands
A silent nod
A sleeping eye
A daydream beneath
An observing sky.