BLISS (A Quadrille)

There is bliss in the little things of everyday In the unbroken rhythm of sunsets and sunrises of heartbeats and breath. My heart lifts with the sigh of a tranquil sea. I close my eyes and savor the warmth your hands give to mine. It is quadrille Monday at DVerse and Bjorn invites us to

MY DREAM

a butterfly cavorting in endless summers a deer drinking spring waters soon sprinting away from danger a worm ever struggling in darkness I am in this dream my exile holding on to hope – I will   awake at the appointed hour and  live   eternal life. It is Quadrille Monday in Dverse Poets’ Pub