On the silver wings of the gliding geeseIn the winks of the midnight starsUnder pillows of clouds floating in the breeze Between the colors of the rainbow bars
On the toes of the dancing wavesIn the soft grains of the slipping sandIn the reflections of the blades of grassBlushing green under the gaze of the sun
 Are words hiding alone and lostWaiting for that reason or causeTo bind them so tight and close as one as random verses of a beautiful poem

Written for the OctPoWriMo Day #2