Somewhere in the night
Between morning and dark
Life’s dreamscape flows through
The mixer of the mind.
Randomness of images
Play on screens behind tired eyes
And cool breezes blow
Over damped sunned skin,
Thoughts of a dancer
Slowly unwrapping tired toes
Walks to the edge of curtains that blow
She disappears to her room
Sitting by a window
Eating a small slice of lemon cake
And pondering the day.
Citrus notes fill the air
And the mood is light
Carefree
Like a chat amongst friends
Sweet and endearing.
She lifts her head to see the birds beyond
They swoop down and dance on air.
Her neck long and delicate like a swan
Curving hair falls in waves
And the wind comes and lifts the tendrils
She closes her eyes
Dreaming of far away places
Of another life
Of a day of dancing so freely
Undisciplined
Wild
And dreamlike.
Photo courtesy of http://leonidafremov.deviantart.com/art/Ballerina-original-oil-on-canvas-painting-360735344
Peace, Love and Patchouli 
Okay, first of all I am poopy about the facts that my follow was disconnected. By what (WP?) I do not know. Secondly, I have been running way behind on my reader because of the life thing and third – this is the most important – I had the strangest thought this morning that I needed to read your work. So I clicked your gravatar on a like and pow! This piece. This glorious piece. I am printing this one. It is without a doubt my heart channeled through your words. Ironically, how I hurt my back was due moving heavy boxes in which to located my soft ballet shoes. xxxx
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Happy dances and lemon cake, it’s all the icing of life:) thanks Kat 🙂
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Love it. (Especially the part with the lemon cake 😉 ) Delicious! One more of your masterpieces, my friend.:)
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