whispered with the kiss of a butterfly;
while soaring on the Dragon’s wings of solitude,
cradled with the comfort of Rhea,
quizzical satellite pathways –
led my breath into unknown galaxies;
I hugged tightly to the neck of my friend –
simply; clung in trust
(There may be more to this piece, but I felt like sharing what I had. :-))
Spectacular! Love the image AND your words!
Thank you Greg!! Great comment to wake up to! I loved that image instantly. 🙂
the last sentence gripped me “Simply clung in trust.”
BTM, I think that is my heart’s cry. I hope to be able to that … some day. 🙂
i hear you!