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No Fear of Flying

  • Nov 10, 2019
  • 1 min read

Collie dog hair, a flash of blue,

Invitational voice, an impression of you.

Words. What words? The unspoken few

Forged a place in my mind - And stuck like glue.


An occasional thought, a fantasy

Invasion of dreams. Who can this be?

Questions unanswered. Set my mind free

Of persona defined by my imagery.

Over, under, over, on top


Spiral through clouds, laughter non-stop.

Tossed on the waves of courting bliss,

Skin flushed with passion

At each tender kiss.


Wake with a smile, oh please don’t go.

Keep my eyes closed. Exit slow.

Sylvan sylph of my slumber, Return this night.

Our tickets are stamped. And ready for flight.


To the moon you say on the wings of love.

Meld our souls gently. We fit like a glove.

Upward archangel, I’ll cling by your side,

To the heaven of heavens

With you as my guide.

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