if you are the moon
then there’s much of me you’ve never known
am wild or at least I’d like to think so
and often found a little off the stage
there no frame that can hold my gaze
am the dot that’s often erased
If you are the sun
then am afraid i come out only at dusk
often when the winds blow harsh
I can be seen singing from the trees
laughing at the breeze
If you ask around they wouldn’t know
where to send you any more
I live mostly in my mind
and sometimes in the wasteland you call home
soulleitmotifs 
Too good 🙂 Well done!!!
Felt like I is a bird, or a bird man/woman.
I wonder why that is 😄😄
Don’t know!
i am a thousand winds that blow…oh, this poem gave me goose bumps, Kismet. Bravo.
Awww…hugs and much love ❤️
Singing in the trees, with a smile lit by fireflies?
You said it❤️❤️
And an acoustic guitar, too?
that would be magical ❤️
Yes, it would. Perhaps in a tree like this:
Awww…smooches n such ☺️
Smooches are good, especially while sitting under a magical tree. 🙂
Hi kismet, who are you? maybe stars? lovely poem, and your photo gorgeous as always. Hugs and kisses! 🙂
Love and big warm hugs ellie ❤️😄
Beautiful!!! ❤ And the picture…. Oh I need some tea!! 🙂
Tea it shall be then ❤️😄
Lovely Kismet 🙂 One again, I have to read and re-read your poem, to try to gather all the meanings 🙂
I also live mostly in my mind 🙂
I am very happy to see Two teacups on the tray. I hope you were sharing a cuppa with someone 🙂
Hahahaha….what biiiiig eyes you have my darling scifi …aye the second cup belonged to the stranger in my mind…😄
Aw – May he one day be the “stranger” sitting opposite you, with adoring eyes 🙂
Lovely ❤ 🙂
It all sounds so fleeting…like most things in life… Is it a dream, Kismet? Are you a dream? ❤
Somehow that sounds magical to me ❤️
a departure from daffy-ism 🙂 just as poignant!
daffy is often left wondering if I is reading the book or starring in it 😄
staring into it, but of course 🙂 also gives credibility to my theory that one of yous escaped from a book 🙂
Could be twoooo ☺️
wonderful…simply amazing..a girl dancing and singing freely in the harsh winds crossed my mind,,
hugs and love ❤️❤️❤️
and to you too girl..
“I live mostly in my mind
and sometimes in the wasteland you call home”
That is a very, very powerful ending! Dark and tragic…
❤️☺️dark isn’t always all bad
True!
This is just magic… Beautiful and shaken images being lost in nature.
awww…I thanks you ❤️