'I Weave Ethereal'

Written by: Broken Wings

From my own little girl time, I have been Like no other, I have lived in a dream What others seem to see, I have not seen My soul flows, like a rippling mountain stream From my life, into writing, I have taken My heart, so full, heavy with each new poem Each old sorrow, each one, I awaken My life is writing, poetry my home Now, in my adulthood, in the sweet dawn From the thunder of my soul, like a storm And with poetic pen, with joy, I have drawn Each new poem that takes of it's own form My nights are dreams and my days are trances And, I weave ethereal poetic dances Sonnet November 24, 2012