somewhere 'tween awareness and fantasy
fragrant this fresh air I breath
drifting high above mesquite
bare feet do not touch the rock
a spirit, light and wandering
soaring now among the clouds
filled with fragrant wonder
helium filled this dream I live
kindred are these souls that brush
loving is what should be foretold
nothing close will I ever touch
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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