let  me  be  lost
 
 
let me be lost
in the infinity of moments
let me find spaces in thoughts
for fond escape
 
I would nestle sweetly
in secret longings
comforted by colors
of dark imagination
 
sing to me in whispers
on bird wings of delight
hovering in my dreams
like drifting osprey
 
call me from the garden
for lemon and tea
offering butterflies
to garnish my plate
 
 
                                © Chuck Beals 2001