Angel Dust
They fall softly
Rain drops on petals
Soft wet blossom
Floating down
Wings of wind chime calling
Singing
memory and dreams scape
Dryads and sea nymph
Drift wood
And moonshine
footfall of roses
leaves a departure
fragments of love
points on an atlas
You carry your dreams
in your pocket
careful and carefree
Angel to ange
The sirens are singing
Drawn from the sea with a sigh
Calling you home with a dream
And after the taking of tea
There are no silver clouds in the sky
Softly the rain drops are falling
Washing the dreams from your eyes
poem by Yvette Smith
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