The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling.
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven,
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

-W.Shakespeare

Sunday, 22 July 2012

(Dream Catcher) The Girl With the Dream Catcher Legs

Dream catcher legs
Dancing in a skirt
That teases and begs
The wind itself to flirt.

Catching a wanderer
Of the summer's night,
Taken on feather
Through the night's flight.

Caught in motion
Stolen slumber's
Dreamy emotion
Now burns like embers.

The lonely midnight traveller
Is caught by legs that dance on dreams and air.
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