Friday, October 21, 2005

Soft Prompt

Aletta's poem stirred a memory,
as oft the caress of art and poassion --
and I plucked this from the tree
of mused creation.

faucon
............................................

FOR THE COMING PARTY!

Ah, the love that draws to celebration,
kind and of kind diverse and fantastic;
of romance and fam'ly and ever friends.

Is it just fancy or of fantasy --
always true in want of desperation --
to share, convey -- wishing magick real?

Then to know -- to be touched by love,
to find that this magick is from within
and all along and only found in me.

1 Comments:

At 9:26 PM, Blogger Gail Kavanagh said...

A song to dance to, Faucon.

 

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