© Lynda Filler Photography Porto, Portugal
Follow Your Bliss
flaming amber mane
flying over banisters, ledges,
stairs you climb in your haste to kiss me
I smile
eager for a nuzzle
books lined up in doorways
“this shop is mine!” I cry
“you can’t fly, you silly ninny!”
I giggle as your chocolate eyes look solemnly into mine
I stroke your horse’s head
you shake your body, stand your ground and neigh
only in my dreams
do I make books,
and passionate horses fly
but why, dear girl,
do you deny flight light?
surely you must know
limitations exist
only in the confines of your mind
© Lynda Filler
Lynda Filler 