Saturday, February 19, 2011
Pink Worlds Far Away From Here...by Donna Earle
She often lay still for hours,on ...the sofa, on dim August evenings,
as dusk made its gentle path over the floor
and dreamt of pink worlds far away from here.
She spent hours at it when her eyes grew tired
and her book dropped softly.
Outside the little evening birds made music straight from heaven,
or those worlds she daydreamed about.
down the yellow hall of her house ,
there was a mirror
and on these evenings she saw,
or imagined she saw,
they called her away,
away to pink worlds,
and she reached out her hands
to the shadows.
The shadows were so vibrant
like summer suns
they called her name ,
sometimes a litttle wildly,
and then softly,
the charm of the birdsong
somehow held her back.