Spring Nights

Spring Nights

On our whispering spring nights, the air is so crisp and ever so chilly.  We share each other’s company hand in hand on every avenue which we pass.  The night carries onto day break as we watch each other falling swiftly in love with momentum spinning with joy as if on a steel roundabout with the rise of the sun behind us.

Just over the horizon you can still see the snow on the tips of the mountains.  We began to drift into small plasma material growing smaller and tinier by our own thoughts.  We separated as I was being directed to come home and when I awoke, it all was an astral projection or a dream…you decide.

~Katie (Wamsley) Yavuz