[Intrinsic]

Beneath the dream a whispered voice...sleep

Insect wood deep blue sound
Shadows pastures underground
Distant sound of thunder now-cicadas mantra
Night of moon metaphors-white the butterfly's wings...run
Snowing summer-cotton weed floating
Dandelion seed blowing-abundant weed of the flower...sleep
Wind rough and raging-swaying trees...run
Praying mantis posing

Echoic whisper of the turning leaf...sleep
Winter empty colliseum of the pillar frozen
Tumble down ruin of the snow...run
White magnificent mountain-melting snow...sleep
Stream forming, river flowing, refreshing, quenching, cleansing

The voice louder...
Waken sweet child, brush flowers from your golden hair
Wet green forest first thing you see
Shelter of your reality...run Sedona

[DarkPower]

ahh very nice. I like that one. I have been reading some of your other poems and I have to say your style is very nice. You have a good way of portraying things inside your poetry. Very good imagery.

[Intrinsic]

Thanks Dark Power, Apreciate that...for those of us that write,at some point we want others to enjoy what we write,dont we?or else were just writing for ourselves.
But if we can write for ourselves and have others enjoy that also....
At one point I thought I didn't care one way or the other,
but I really like the feed back good or bad.At least it got out there.