by Juliet Wilson
At night our minds meet over maps
of strange towns, mazes of streets
we stumbled through in daylight.
I am lost
in your sense of place,
find myself in your parallel universe.
Then time unfurls to chase us
through shadows
into endless dreams.
–
Edinburgh-based Juliet Wilson blogs at Crafty Green Poet and edits Bolts of Silk.
#1 by The Malt House on June 28, 2011 - 8:40 am
Beautiful imagery Juliet, love this..
Dave
#2 by Pomona on July 8, 2011 - 12:32 pm
Beautiful poem – very evocative.
Pomona x
#3 by Crafty Green poet on July 10, 2011 - 8:57 pm
Thanks for reading Dave and Pomona!