A Poetic Dance
by LateNiteFantasy©
a poetic dance, indeed, have we
for no one else but us to see
the mingling of mutual words
far from noisy, milling herds,
poems I write to myself
thoughts I leave on the shelf
I fold them into paper planes
flick them through the e-mail lanes,
I love life, in all it’s guises
small, medium and large sizes
I walk both beach and mountain trail
check my Box each day for mail,
some days there’s a snip from you
I hold it close, that’s what I do
smile and hope some day we meet
with sense to stay on our feet,
or maybe not (I smile a bit)
never know what parts might fit
never say never, we might be wrong
enjoy life, and live it long ….
