Intangible….

Whir, wisp, whiz, and whittle … some poet is dazzling with bow and fiddle … come yielding your head to mystical places … we are off sweet dreaming, our hearts are racing

Whisper, wink, laugh, and whistle … let your hair fall, slow dancing a little … scales of film … falling from your eyes … go waltzing with Him … a revelation mile …

Wings and things of angelic dreams … come challenging your soul to grasp … citing death as a welcome guest … puncturing like an asp …

This poet’s needle is sewing life … unwinding thread from a spool … mysterious things unseen … he’s bringing to life … soft moving …yet intangible …

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