Friday, June 12, 2009

Prancing Through The Posies

Prancing Through The Posies
By: James Dubeau

Prancing through the posies
On a fine Sunday morn
Not a care in the world
Sun radiating down
Warming
Loving
Caring
To be held in those arms again
To be caressed
To be loved
Basking in the sun
Soaking up the rays
Scents of fresh flowers tickle the nose
Grass prickles against the skin
Puffy clouds float on by
Turning into shapes of the past
Present
Future
Leaving me wanting
And yearning
For a better time
A better life
One without any cares
Where everything is happy
And caring
And loving
But it is not to be
Not in this lifetime
Nor any other

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