Her eyes glinted as sunlight played upon blades of grass.
Dew drops' faces reflected rainbows.
Expressions; like points of crystals
Reaching from deep within.
Her hair moved gently as breeze led the dance.
Dew drops let go of their delicate hold.
Like a tear's joyful journey washing away
Flowing from deep within.
She smiled as rainbows touched her heart.
Droplets let go of their delicate hold.
Like dew drops with faces;
Reflecting from deep within.
She blinked as if waking from a dream.
Ink flowed from her pen
Like a journey of beginnings in the palm of her hand.
Stories from deep within.
Joe Burns (1971)
Her eyes glinted as sunlight played upon blades of grass.
Dew drops' faces reflected rainbows.
Expressions; like points of crystals
Reaching from deep within.
Her hair moved gently as breeze led the dance.
Dew drops let go of their delicate hold.
Like a tear's joyful journey washing away
Flowing from deep within.
She smiled as rainbows touched her heart.
Droplets let go of their delicate hold.
Like dew drops with faces;
Reflecting from deep within.
She blinked as if waking from a dream.
Ink flowed from her pen
Like a journey of beginnings in the palm of her hand.
Stories from deep within.