Castles and Clouds
Hanging
Legs held
Bending body to knees
All for the stony taste of misty rain
So words can flow again
through
Celtic lips in celtic air
Or better yet
To find them in this dancing newborn mind
And use to satisfy this prancing stubborn muse
On another foggy flight of fancy
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2011
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