Unfurled, my spirit sails on warm currents
Long held in check by fear and convention
Now called forth by whispered promises
Earthbound no more, I dance on moonbeams
Your dark essence penetrates my solitude
Filling me with light and heated supplication
Higher, more and where have you been
7-October-2015
QBG_Tilted Tiara 
Okay, you wrote this for me, right? I love this poem. It is exactly the stage of life I’m in. I am printing it and pasting it on my office wall. Thank you, my friend. 🙂
I am so happy you felt this one! If I could I would sign it and send it to you.
Divine! A cornucopia of passion-filled words.
Thank you Monica. These tumble.
I hope you are still flying high on currents of warm hearts dear Val.. Beautiful post. Sue xx
Oh, I fly. I tumble. I curly up and shatter. Thanks Sue.
❤ xxx
May you continue to “dance on moonbeams!”
Always, I am afraid they might be the only place I dance.
Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
Gorgeous
Thank you.