by Fred Miller
River of my dreams flowing passively by, yet immersed in unbridled joy watching moonbeams in rhythm with ripples below. In a blush each vanishes like a tiny minnow, first leaping with spunk only to fade softly into wide, silver smiles. Pale sandbars peek out in a resplendent blush reflecting celestial orbs that leave waves to yawn as they slip lazily by. Willows in tenuous hulas nod to silent zephyrs as they lure jaunty currents to shadows where the nightingale shares his melancholy song. Come join me for a moment in my dream, and snuggle close to haunting images of wonder and imagine the sublime Spirit’s delight.
Fred Miller is a California writer and an author of two books. Over a hundred of his poems and stories have appeared in publications around the world over the past ten years. Many are available on his blog.