Pillow Lands by Christopher
Ryan and Amy Sperry Faldet
Of Camelot she dreams at
night
Bestride a steed, her
Valiant Knight
Hastens ‘cross the emerald
vale
His song, the call of a
Nightingale
Echoes from the
make-believe,
Soft murmurs of a midsummer’s
eve
Ignite the glow of a
thousand faery lights
that shine upon the Pillow
lands tonight
With blossoms turning to
watch them meet, they are toe to toe, breathless, inspired over
meadowsweet. The twinkle of tiny orbs in the branches hover low as she
lays her head upon the pillow. The Pillow Lands, almost, as comforting as
a caress from his hands
AMY? HELLO! I am so happy to see you on blogger again! Thank you for coming over to my blog; it is has been ages since we have connected. I know you are on FB and I usually don't meet there, but I am very happy to see you are here and writing poetry! Such a lovely post here, and I hope you are well and continuing to write? Hugs to you dear Amy! Anita
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