C.C.

Games I sit alone and watch her run down the meadow as the sun slowly makes it summer time, Another day has just begun. Will she have the same sweet eyes? I wonder does she realise This is her world? I borrow this from love or otherwise. I would have been still been looking for this and still be... Sign in to see full entry.

M Worlds of words. It has taken many years and then a day or two To make another world to share With someone just like you.. The grass is really soft and green And even shines one’s shoes But I use the clover path between Any way I choose. Of course each clover has four leaves I hope you will... Sign in to see full entry.

M So it goes What do you really feel in this cocoon of thoughts Is it sensations of a different touch of sorts. Is it a depth of colours swirling into sweet pureness of white that whispers as you feel that first caress. and wonder will the kiss upon your breast draw down the thunder, raise no more... Sign in to see full entry.

M Thoughts to a Muse. Now what are we going to do if I put a metaphorical arm around you. You may think I do it just to charm, but I feel the softness on my arm. You may think what it is I can gain, look at the window see the rain. You can feel the raindrops that you have felt before. I have these... Sign in to see full entry.

M Words Should I be so enchanted with sweet words They may be true or may be just pure sounds That resonate in memory with rich rewards As though shivering anticipation has gently found. The touch so needed to release my dormant sighs. As though one could reach beyond a shallow kiss Reach into birth... Sign in to see full entry.

Thoughts of She sits on the small raised wall and wonders yet Trailing her hand across the lily pool. Perhaps there are things she must forget. But it is how a woman plays it as a rule. She looks at her refection and she sees The sadness in her eyes, the soft glow of her lips She wonders is a woman... Sign in to see full entry.

Maybe This is a feeling that obliterates all previous inclination slanting from some not so distant place to rest solidly against tomorrow. No examination shall inform, no inner thought pause to protest. This is as startling as it gets. The feeling becomes a cloak folding around a new dimension and... Sign in to see full entry.

The Muse Today is suitable for a modest thought All must be sweet murmurs Has this been bruised? This look was caught Far from your eyes. Time is amused But will allow a passing throb of mischief to supplant the kiss that should burn on your throat. Or settling grieve, slim fingers could enchant... Sign in to see full entry.

A one time. The cold assessment of this investigation is perhaps excusable. From the rich soaked creamy embrace of youthful fancy, the vision was cut deeply. Dreams were frozen as the dull thud of the final adjustment echoed involuntarily. A scary wisp of blue steel passed, barbed it tore through... Sign in to see full entry.

The chestnut trees are being ravaged by disease. One small conker fell at my feet from high. A little sylph sat in a tree. I said hello she looked at me. She said I have been waiting for you and I am sure You are the one, please touch this tree for no longer will it be. The same as when you were a... Sign in to see full entry.