Anna Maria Poems
A Dream Realized | Early Poems
Our love lives where clouds form.
When snow falls from sky to earth,
It melts and journeys down the mountain as water.
It joins the river and runs for many miles.
Then I dip my cup into the spring,
and I drink you from the sky.
This is when I see you.
This is when I walk into your arms my love.
This is when I touch you, taste you, and know you are real.
Insomnia | Early Poems
Blood shot eyes and restless,
I journey through the night flight of imagination.
Thoughts, ideas rush through my brain:
speed of the light of stars.
My spirit flies out my window ever open,
and mingles with mist of wind and salt of sea.
I ride the bare backs of stallions on night clouds