All lights turned on It is there where the Akropolis sites they decide to find room on the hill where the city shows the valley's heights He sees a promise in her goodnights In her really truly mind - still It is there where the Akropolis sites Captivated through the sky's lights From that moment on a nimble will where the city shows the valley's heights She learns to see him differently right Dares her fears further in his hands uphill It is there where the Akropolis sites So much beauty, both tears too bright She spills wine on her summer frill where the city shows the valley's heights He carries her up the stairs' flights All seems alight and they know they will It is there where the Akropolis sites where the city shows the valley's heights
Catching morning rays Against the white of a morning sky the slight-grey lines veil a weird frailness in the morning fog The black-emerald waving of leaves a little lonely night moth flails her wings against my dark window Higher up the day is when heaven's vault sees a fair-blue descending into the white mentioned A shame to shine the kitchen light but words need praised, eyes opened hours want time As travels fail, quietness stays comforting and the sky starts each day by nature trees repairing their green shapes shaking off the black of early AM Me - I'll always redress, my surreal dream lit up by morning minds and morning rays
Kate Copeland started absorbing libraries ever since a little lass. Her fondness for words led her to teaching some sweet languages; her love for art, water and writing has led her happily to poetry (and to publications too!). Kate was born in Rotterdam some 51 ages ago and is a housesitter in Spain, the UK and USA.