The Garland Pool - Spirits Dance

Dreamily
Fell into a trance as the quill settled in the well
The face of an angel graced the canvas
Sketches of a dear lady went to my head
Held her tight on a holiday when she
Drew me near

Spirits Dance
In these works of art
Pieces land
In our puzzled hearts
Dreams are realities
Awaiting our beckoning

Whimsically
Read between the lines of a kiss
Only souls could share
Her eyes ancient gypsy
Conquered me right there
Sketches of a dear lady went to my head
Held her tight on a holiday when she
Drew me near

Spirits Dance
In these works of art
Pieces land
In our puzzled hearts
Dreams are realities
Awaiting our beckoning

Incredibly
Met her eyes with mine
We collide in the marketplace
Her eyes seem to know me
And the heavens open up
Arise from eternal dream
Sketches of a dear lady went to my head
Held her tight on a holiday when she
Drew me near

Written by:
Frederic Pool

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