Saturday, July 12, 2014


July 11, 2014

Sunset dances
Through my rear window
Like pixies dancing,
On dust particles
with promises
Of magical things
I live my life
On the edge
Of outstretched
Fairy wings,
A perpetual Peter Pan
Dreaming of being
Taken off to
Never never land,
Settling for the whisper
Of wind and
The stirring of dust,
And the glint of
Sunset decorating
The edges of my life
When I can find
No better illumination
Perhaps knowing
Deep down
Nothing is better than this,
Flying on this trail
Of pixie dust
That leaves me

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