by Gregory Reed

Created on: January 15, 2009   Last Updated: August 27, 2011

Roads are inter-weaved, tangled by a child's dream,
Elegant and virgin-like, rested and anticipating,
Its driving force causes explosions of intelligence.

Head rested upon a hand-sewed, cotton filled pillow,
Lids closed with a stage show entertaining behind,
Acrobatic clowns display harmonious visions.

Unwritten paths of infancy await her tip-toeing feet,
A moon's shine leads her way through viscid fog,
Serene like she gazes maundering fields left vacated.

Hair mollycoddled by a beguiling breeze,
Her tasting tongue quenched by a prolix rainfall,
Sauntering onward, tapping every emotion scented.

I indulge in your dream's portal like a majestic goddess.

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