Aug 6, 2017

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Think of me and dream
when it's raining
bitter and sore;
when the last of the raindrops falling on your heart
is lingering still in the eye,
think of me and dream.
I promise , I shan't be far away
from where your land of dream will be.
I have time on my hands for you,
yeah, all the time in the world,
the most idle being in the world, my idleness is all attuned to you.
Think of me and dream;
dreaming is an art we wrought
to a perfection in our life.
And dream is the only balm
that heals without a healing hand.
Didn't I tell you once,
that I was a physician par excellence
once upon a time?

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  Douglas Smith+1

  Astounds how words just flow...thank you

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  Sushama Karnik+1

  Thank you Douglas +Douglas Smith Glad that you enjoyed the flow :-))

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Her Bare Back

Her bare back like a barren land
called to the infinity of the sky.
The desert's cry for a primal  rain
on a sultry windy night.
The gazing eye ascended the height
and walked through the light
that led to the crown
to fall with the cascading rays of the moon.
Love could barely hope to contain
within the two human arms
all that the tide unraveled
and all the feelings  she left undefined.





















Her bare back like a barren land
called to the infinity of the sky.
The desert's cry for a primal  rain
on a sultry windy night.
The gazing eye ascended the height
and walked through the light
that led to the crown
to fall with the cascading rays of the moon.
Love could barely hope to contain
within the two human arms
all that the tide unraveled
and all the feelings  she left undefined.