Rambler

Girls dance on and on and on,
clouds roll by to another sky
tricking the mind

into illusions of summer.
All dreams and hopes
flounder in time and space

awaiting an anchor.
Random thoughts of freedom
roam through the ether –

a promise to be kind,
breaking the locks of spring,
freeing souls to follow where…

girls dance on and on and on.

© tony downing 2002