Waiting In The Wings Poem by Margaret Alice Second

A dream in the sky - soft like a sigh
gloriously illuminated on the inside
a watercolour up high, then glowing
as the bright golden sun touches the
song in someone's heart and sweet
the lips whispering words that's on
the tip of my tongue, days pass, the
song softly lifts until up high it once
again turns to a sigh - beautiful

Your eyes as you softly watch - even
more soft than your lips as you press
a kiss onto your fingertips to send it
from your luminous cloud to a velvet
darkness making stars twinkle bright
with an ice-cold delight in the passion
of hearts igniting the night - sending
flames through the air to one waiting
in the wings to enter the scene

In the sweet land of dreams

27 March 2013