The wind is moaning, awesome
waves amass, my lover takes me
away to where the dolphins play
Captivating lighthouse beams
moving so free, you kiss my lips
cresting my waves as bells ring
melodiously to attest our ecstasy
From the comfort of my living room
waking up, I look around...did I enter
the portrait for a night of bliss...or
longing for the rhythm of my waves,
will I find you on my sofa tonight
in my room for living in the now
(c) Fantasies of a..Living..Room
21June2011 Vivian L. Dawson
The water motif to suggest passion is well established but your use of language is quite original. The little mystery of why the lover is to be found on your sofa invites speculation in the reader. An engaging effort.
Reviewed by ANNA CLOUTIER (Reader)
Reviewed on June 24, 2011
fantasy or dream..love is. keep going my friend, anna
Reviewed by neerja gandhi (Reader)
Reviewed on June 23, 2011
fantasies..at times do turn in reality Vivian..nice write..enjoyed it. Best wishes.neerja
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A poem of spiritual and sensuous travel.
John
Nice. Captured surrealism and reality all in one fell swoop. Gotta love it.