Painted Meadows
Colors Of The Night
I long to be lost in pastel painted meadows,
dappled with desire and hope.
Traced and surrounded in beautiful letters,
written in glorious prose.
To be seen as the color of midnight,
in the soft, hazy glow of the moon.
Seasons, changing in starlight,
the colors, of a late storm in June.
To love without knowing from where it comes,
or how to give way to what was.
Loving the brand new, in the whim of, because,
in sweet surrender, of what dreams are made of.
Lost in daydreams, as the rippled water shimmers
gentle breezes blow around, caressing, soft and tender
Happiness meant solely, for the fragile new beginners,
searching in your eyes, for that elusive gazing glimmer.
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The kind that forevers are made for.
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (3)
To be lost in pastel painted meadows & the eyes & heart of another--what a longing, what a dream!
This seemed like song lyrics to me! It was so lovely!
Beautiful as always "happiness meant solely...for that elusive glimmer" what a beautiful couple of lines.