can anyone tell I love writing poetry?

2/26/06

Prancing the skies throughout

the weary man awakened by the

silent lullaby that mournful ears deafened by.

The souls of slumbering children wake

with enchantment gleaming in their eyes.

Ladies of white innocence gracefully

make their grand entrance

sweeping their gowns of white across

the silhouettes that clash against the sky,

Through each life of never ending toil,

takes a moment's rest to stare

across the sky that winter ladies of white blind

At night, when no eyes can bring bitter scorn,

in silk gowns I waltz along with the ladies in white

And with the sun's birth, I slip back inside

and it;'s my little secret I share only with the ladies of white