PLAY WITH ME


Kept inside, below the surface

Where I can’t be touched

Listening to the rhythm of my thoughts

Circling round a melody of fantasy


In hand a ribbon of red

Spinning in the air

Freedom to float and glide

Through particles of imagination


Sometimes visitors come to play

In my peaceful world

We dance to music unheard

With vibration of the soul


If only we could stay here

Then I would feel the colors

And hold the songs in my arms

Wont you come play with me


Michael V Hechtman Copyright 2000