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Sarah Jean Ashby Aug 2011
Written November 2008*

Somtimes when I get bored
My mind starts to wander.
My head flies away to faraway lands
Filled with talking bunnies, skunks, and squirrels
And ticking clocks
Swallowed up.....by alligators.

But even in this rhelm
Of extraordinary things
There is still that boy
Who runs away from me;
My prince charming.

I call to him, To let me in;
To know the secrets in his head.
But still he flies
Into the skies
Of Never-Never Land.
Waloo Oct 2014
I see you,
  as you dance behind he veil of your soul.
     Do you shine so bright,
        to attract faeries to
          your sitting party...
Can we play together,
     I have learned to dance
                now
   Can we wave,
         and play
            and dance
               and sing
                 to see what may
                    come about?
Your beauty has no equal,
     for it shines through you
       from the place in which your soul resides,
And my love for you,
      can serve to reflect
            Her's for Him.
Have we dance before,
     In the space between drum beats?
Somewhere beween a baby's first breahe,
     and his vision of you.
I long to be near you,
     can we be close?
And yet far off!
     You on one peak,
        and I on another,
          So that we may sing
              the songs of our hearts to one another,
                    to this Earth,
                       to the love within our chests,
                         and he invisable rhelm of infiniy.

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