Blissfully Astray

Daydream

I run
to a place where
the air whispers a song;
to where you lead me blissfully
astray.

Adrift

Salt scent
of sea and skin
hangs heavy around us—
lost in your depths, I hear the waves
crashing.

A Winter Affair

Come back
with the warm sun,
when swallows are winging—
and the dolphins ride waves of blue
opal.

                                                                                                          Daydream © Deborah Beachboard
                                                                                                          Adrift © Toni J. Layton
                                                                                                          A Winter Affair © Michael L. Evans
                                                                                                          Blissfully Astray © DB, TJL, MLE, jointly.

Loch Raven Review Fall 2005 — Vol. I, No. 1
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