I wrap my arms around this dream and squeeze.
I unfold expectations, unwrapping a gift of discovery
What am I?
He wraps his arms around her dream and squeezes.
She unfolds expectations, unwraps discovery
What is she with him?
What is he with her?
What are they in their dreams?
You wrap your arms around your dream and squeeze
Unfold your expectations, unwrap your gift.
What are you?
NaPoWriMo #2 playing with voice
Reblogged this on deletedangel and commented:
An i know you are… But what
hugs an kisses
By and by, is there snow,
in the neighbourhood?
Unfortunately, yes. Still a big swathe of it in the backyard.
Any snowball fights with kids at school teacher?
They know better than that…
i was referring to you teacher!
Excellent! We are the Dream!
New York Times article on the New York City April snow shower.
That’s a very chatty tone for a newspaper!
The New York Times. Breaking it down for the common man. LOL!
Each of us is a gift, to at least one other soul. I miss my gift, and had a nice, funny dream of her, last night.
Sad to lose. Lovely to have such visits. I’ve been missing my dad, who would have been so thrilled with the latest book launch.