I stare at the blankness of this white pristine page
I unleash those thoughts of a dreamer, from out of that cage
They break out in a rampage, and run out in a rage
Dancing and prancing pirouettes, like lovers on a starstruck stage
My pen is poised in my moving fingers, already to write
As I dig and delve deep down into dreamland, with all of my might
And I set my scene of romanticism, underneath that pale moonlight
Yon yawning man’s face is my encouragement of excite
Then all of a sudden and from out of the blue
My thinking has thoughts and has made a break through
I see such a sensational sunset, with a wonderful view
And within minutes, my moving fingers knows exactly what to do…
Copyright@Jill Tait
24.10.23’
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