Please, do not peek into my tent until I have finished my readings!

I saw blue petal of rose,
Under the moonlight,
With those glimmering stars,
Night windy spring over my hair,
While I closed my eyes,
Let my soul cross the distance,
In the land of dreams,
And feel that you are next to me,
Your shadows stay in my dreams,
Your words engrave in my heart,
Your breath hanging on my mind,
Your smile lights up my darkness,
Your voice weaves through my soul.

This day of Thanks I share
With the wee ones of the glade,
Gladdened in their sweet innocence;
Yet forlorn for the vastness left
Within my heart during your absence.

To Zatar, with Love, from within my thorn-imprsioned heart,

Grindelia The Gypsy Queen