little boy and little girl
met under the oak tree.
he gave her the sky
and an empty box.
she put them inside.
closing her eyes, she
smelled blue and heard
light linger by the boy.
and she gave him wind
and float of tomorrows.
gravity listened and smiled,
dreams of then and now
remembered, and within
embrace stayed. and the
core of all was poetry.
Talking to the Clouds 
So lovely. Sweet memories.
thank you 🙂
What a beautiful poem with wonderful imagery. I enjoyed it very much.
I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Thank you!
Sarah, this was amazing.
Thanks so much, Moriah. I appreciate your kind words.
How lovely – like fairies and wands and the substance of dreams…
Thank you – I’m glad you enjoyed it; I always look forward to your poems.
Beautiful words… particularly liked “gravity listened and smiled” … “and the core of all was poetry”.
Thanks so much for your comments. I appreciate it!
Beautiful! So sweet. Reminds me of my dreams!
Thank you. I am glad you have such sweet dreams 🙂
“and the core of all was poetry.”
Indeed it was. Lovely and intriguing, this.
Lovely.