In tangled Lapis Lazuli.

[keith]

Poetry dancing on the air,

Like pages turning in the breeze,

Like fingers ruffling through your hair

Or whispers from a forest’s trees,

Its subtle touch is soft and kind

Like dewdrops on the web of sleep,

It paints the dreams that you unwind

With colours that you want to keep.





So quietly the morning walks

Like music fading far away,

As petals drop from flower stalks

When summer has its final say,

But songs that echo in the night

Are flowers for another day,

To scent the scenery with delight

And give such meaning to the play.





So endless is the sprawling sky

Where clouds turn slowly in the sun,

In tangled Lapis Lazuli

Before the day has yet begun,

But if you look into the dawn

Before you put your dreams away

When words still sleep, as yet unborn

Your poetry will have its say…

[Lisa Arnold]

love this one, great writing as always

[nanaursula]

Your poetry sure has its say Keith. Truly amazing and heart touching poem so full of inspiration and fascination, a great joy to read it, thank you. xx