On the golden stairs hands received
seagulls of space
flying between stars
wing-tip to wing-tip.
The past,
she held her secrets
letting them go one by one
into a garden of possibilities,
planted by you.
Snippets of memories
always hovering so near.
As the sun set,
the wind blew softly
whispering her real name,
and the lullaby began her search
on the blank white page of innocence.
Deep within,
the path wandered,
and the mouth asked a silent question.
No one answered,
so the wind blew gently
and carried the lullaby home.
i absolutely LOVE this! ♥ dani
ReplyDeletein a garden of possibilities .. just love these words gen .. the whole works just flows beautifully and really I feel like small gentle as i read through this & realised wow you have the feelings of a lullabye happening to the reader as one reads yes just so cleverly done and beautifully written thankq beez :)
ReplyDeletecame back to read this again was feeling very upset these words always bring a calm to my mind thankq dear gen ":*) just love this piece of work beez x
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