Wings dropped memories in a rain-filled barrel
Lightening ignited a town of dandelions
A King held captive dashed between the splitting horizon
A radio repeated history begging for a change as a ring lost its luster
The dance-floor opened like it was midnight in Manhattan
A kiss duplicated yet another candle
The stars anticipated silent rhetoric
wondering when the skies would break out in dance
Orion and Pleiades repainted starlit dust into hot-blue clusters
The branch snapped pleasing the open-ground with temporary cover
Orion’s strength stood unguarded while the Pleiades brushed the electric sky
A wind swept lover you are…and a blessing to boot!
Awe, you are an angel Betty 🙂
Hi Tim, many good words for a great guy!
A note from your friend Betty
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