Monday, July 18, 2011

First drafts

Opening the door,

light spills
early morning magic.

Glittery sparkleshine

comes from you alone.

I hear your words,
see your visions,
feel your dance
radiating wonder.

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful pictures and poem. J'adore! I'm so happy to have found your blog. I look forward to reading more and connecting with you.