Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. ~ Thomas Gray
I like this, Susie. An open air evening dreamer..
This is wonderful... and so much better to lie in the moonlight than other lies.
I just closed my eyes, and let your poem sing the stars to me. It was yummy!
Oh, yes please! Now I want that too.
What Kerry said.
Ah, don't we all. Perhaps in this place where poetry lives, we do.
This is so gorgeous!!!!!!!