Astral Dreamscapes

A million roses of love bloom gently in the night skies
The lingering scent of them melts the moonbeam like ice
He finds that who sees through the curtain of lies
And keeps his spirit alive even when heart's ardor dies

Reviews

[Rick Puetter]

Very etherial. How easy it is to miss the simplicity of things and to ignore the beauty of a rose or the glory of the night sky. And yes, it seems there are so many obstacles to this--so many lies.

Thanks for a beautiful write.

My very best regards,

Rick