Jul 2014
the sing -along songstress came out of the mist
some forgotten dreams of long ago and faraway childhood
began hammering on the door of perception
then she stood dripping poems all over the floor that sing-along songstress of the mist as I rallied my senses to understand her want
mopping the floor and kissing her feet dry of all poetry she sat down in my favourite chair and demanded pen and paper and now forty two years later I hover around waiting on her wishes that sing-along songstress of the mist.
some forgotten dreams of long ago and faraway childhood
began hammering on the door of perception
then she stood dripping poems all over the floor that sing-along songstress of the mist as I rallied my senses to understand her want
mopping the floor and kissing her feet dry of all poetry she sat down in my favourite chair and demanded pen and paper and now forty two years later I hover around waiting on her wishes that sing-along songstress of the mist.
