Ginger, for you:
Across endless dreams we ride
waves of splendor, celestial delights
feathered wings and glistening eyes
...seeking... movement of the heart
chasing over moonlit fields
and the lochs below,
emotions exchanged without words
playfully chasing each other,
teasing.. sensing.. the thrill of the heart
touching electric the sky ablaze
streaking like fallen stars,
crashing into each others arms. .
lost in time...seeking
movement of the heart