written by: Ron Kempton
RSVP The windy hostess cloud and purple sun.
Leaves of melting seasons, every fern and poplar,
Make room in your turning calendar, days of Whispers
And secrets poised for a prince far beyond the sea.
Oh dancer in such a palace as this, table set, china readied
waiting for guests to arrive. Wild invisible chattering
her soiree takes on the afternoon, muddled Circus, curious fair,
silent mist and queen of spades all subject to direction,
waiting for her there.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
Dreams come true when you live them.