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




  1. 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. 🙂

  2. Divine! A cornucopia of passion-filled words.

  3. I hope you are still flying high on currents of warm hearts dear Val.. Beautiful post. Sue xx

  4. May you continue to “dance on moonbeams!”

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