She writes by the light
Cool white glow emits colors of beauty
Where dragonflies reside
She can be found.
Words spin like summer days
Low and slow and filled
With traces of each yesterday,
She will dream.
Beside the peace of a thoughtful moment
Gifts borne of loving souls
She sits grateful in her space.
As night slips in and a sun flickers into darkness
The pen will weave magic of another day
And the poet will extinguish the Tiffany lamp
She will drift off into tomorrow with a smile.
A beautiful gift sent with no note attached as to the giver of such a wonderful and splendid piece, shedding dragonfly light onto another gift of a lovely bouquet of roses and other lovely yellow and purple flowers. Our lives are truly blessed and if anyone knows who the kind giver of the Tiffany lamp is, please let us now. Many thanks are in order.
Peace and love and endless gratitude,
K & J