A new poem...
Who? I look for you your sweet face gleaming on the very edge of dreaming, I seek you, yearning to believe, to know that you are real... that we are in a world turning, together loving, touching, laughing, waltzing on a harlequin ballroom floor, chequered black and white, smooth and perfect in a forest glen, beneath crystal skies and lit by fireflies... Sign in to see full entry.