In this dream my arms
are the branches of trees
and you are my nourishment.
Cut me down to a boat.
My spine is a sturdy keel
my hair a furl of sails in
the dark sky of uncertainty.
A lighthouse is my only lamp
the stars held captive in your hand.
If the sea does not capitulate
red sails cast into a cleft
too wide for me to cross,
I was trying to get to you.
Art from Getty
Beautiful metaphors and imagery. Lovely writing. Love 💕 Joni
💕 💕 Holly is an amazing writer.💕 💕
Yes, I really enjoyed her work. Have a lovely evening my friend. Love 💕 Joni
Thank you so much John 🌺
You are welcome so much Holly!!!