Unicorns and horses run wild and free
I lie down in a field of Kentucky green grass and run my fingers through the blue blades
as they tickle my fingers....
I can only see your silhouette as you stand over me, the sunlight blinds me from seeing your face,
As you lay your body on mine, your lips are just a whisper,
soft, warm and full....
Trees sway in the warm breeze, and we are shadowed by a large oak,
Your eyes look into mine and I see dreams, the magic that created this world. it's ours and the fairies lightly descend around us
and sit quietly like sentinals...
I watch them shake their wings and fairy dust scatters in the breezes,
I can feel the little sparkles light on our faces and smile.
you smile...
We know it's just for a short time and we will have to go back..go back there..
but for now...we breath deeply and are content.
Entering to the fantasy of stealing away, to quiet shared moments, when all the world remains outside. Bravo!
Love the weave of nature, fairies, emotions and bliss and the unicorn and horses? - I can hear the beat of their hooves. We should all hang onto our dreams - wonderful Pauline
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I love the softness, the gentle imagery... it made me think of home... where the heart is... and shall remain.