I see them aloft-
your dreams,
high above your head-
something in pastels
shaded with deep red
and bold charcoal lines.
And the way
you look at these-
upward
with widened eyes-
draws me into your bliss,
warm and nestled
sitting in the corners
of your smile.
Taps and Ratamacues 
Lovely and sweet. 🙂
Thanks Cathy! 🙂
You’re welcome. 🙂 I always like seeing a new post from you in my mailbox.
Beautiful poem, I love the “cormers of your smile” what a lovely image
Thank you!
You’re welcome 🙂