Sailing Verses

As if time has stalled for but a moment above the pleasures of a new day’s play Fantasy seems to have taken a holiday under full sails of this craft this day The sun sleeps behind a storm cloud’s brew The moon wanes in a much telling way Seems joyful verses are counted missing as the wind seems to catch them away Beneath the balcony of parting clouds dance the bubbles of fantasies array Just out of reach the butterflied words catch the drafts of the poets dismay As this umbrella of poetic stanzas gathers the rhythm with rhymes old spin each cantos of this verse extended echoes poets without words to blend © 2014 Debra Squyres / 013014