Poetry by Allanah Bahnsen
Dreamtime
dreamy nights
balmy air
dreaming becomes a reality…
I pinch my skin…and feel a pulse
and squeeze the hand that is there for me
opening and smiling wide at the wonder of it all….
dreamy nights
balmy air
dreaming becomes a reality…
I pinch my skin…and feel a pulse
and squeeze the hand that is there for me
opening and smiling wide at the wonder of it all….