Windy path with
soft grass beneath,
trees dandled
with wind's fury -
let your mind feel free
to trade along.
Let me trespass
upon your dream;
let me drown deep down
into your fantasy.
I know this stormy night
yields fear to smear
your flight over a dream lit path.
In trance you're asked
'Are you in doubt? '
If you have that urge inside;
don't scream,
just shout aloud with joy –
'My qualms are over,
I'm overjoyed.'
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Fantastic imagery, 'stormy night, drown deep into fantasy'! Except for a few spelling errors, poem is very good and really intrigues the reader about the storm...