Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Ghost Woman

I picture your soft sun smile
amongst the pink cherry trees,
time stands looking on,
as I await your voice in
a little whisper of wind.

Why worry?

Perfume lingers in nectar flowers,
love moves mountains with her eyes,
the night does not last forever,
the sun one day will fill the sky.


The Schminger said...

'love moves mountains with her eyes' so simple and powerful.
loving this

ragingplanetfire said...

thanks for looking;)