Senses by Steven Palys

Quiet and calm but stirring underneath the surface is the
strength of an emotion brought on by a thought of a lover's
eyes.

The bow points to the wind as the sun sets waking our dreams.
Seeing our lifes desire’s come through in our dreams.

As the rain soaks into grass we stop to watch dogs playing
Frisbee. The dramatic evening shy passes by and touches our
inner poet.

To see simple joys of running, jumping and pillow fights. Air
flied with the aroma of popcorn while watching movies

Thoughts of dancing while fallen asleep listen to the waves,
watching with admiration as the curves pass by, watching their
smiles widen as the days burdens melt away into suntans.