I Slipped My Hand
I slipped my hand into
yours divine. Shooting stars
filled the panoramic celestial
scene, as you and I exchanged
pirouettes and cartwheels.
If only life could truly be lived
riding a magic carousel, where
even the gaily painted horses
could run free with you and me,
galloping in stride with our equine
kin. If only, I slipped your hand
in mine and away, away we went.
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.