A smile,
a pretty dimpled smile
My memories
are held up high.
Gently prancing,
sensations unanswered.
Riding high,
a rainbowed sky.
Many horizons
through blinded eyes.
Tomorrows unfold
As we hold our breath.
Gripped so tight,
yet gently we lie
in this bower of dreams,
hoping it could be.
I like the way you started "a smile, a pretty dimpled smile ", very cute.
ReplyDeleteAnd as usual, there's a lot of depth. Thumbs up !