I breathe the jasmine scent
of yesterday's opiate.

Bathing my mind
in might have been.

Addicting this what if,
as I weave
rose colored daydreams.

Spinning silken
of wonder,
arachnid I wait.

A quiet spider
weaving and
my life.


Watch for more poems by Lea. In the meantime, click
a link and read the poems and prose of other authors at Lara's Den.


In Spite Of It All

A Ghost Story

Sunrise, Sunset

This Moment In Time

Twinkle Toes

Ahhh, Childhood Days

I Walk In Tulips

And.......for many others, click the index image.

Click here to send this site to a friend!

Graphics by Marilyn