'Ah' to the subtle winds
that lifts the birds,
And the simple lake
that captivates...
Are we not but romantics
on the path of love?
Giving away our breaths
to the gasping ones...?
Saying, " breathe, breathe,"
Let our wings beat,
let us fly free
like the birds
in the breeze.
-L.D.

My old eyes follow
the mystic shade
of your red waving cape
that’s vanishing into
paper towns

I yearn for the days
when I could pull poetry
from my brain
like a string of pearls,
shimmering opal,
so beautiful to all.

Where    have    my    pearls    gone?