As I behold my Crimson dreams fading
into indigo, I shed a tear for the brief
affair, just ended when the sun suspended
Now, shall I presume to induce the moon to
shine with hues opalescent that I may lose
myself in it's cresent, while I recall bygone
days of your essence
I have come full circle into a realm of
make-believe for reality was too costly
to conceive, so I slowly scour the twilight
hour, recalling the feel of the power with
which you devoured me
I align myself with supernal days and nights
so I can remember our delights, as we played
among stars, and other empyrean places where
appetites were sated on the isle of embraces
We combined our cosmic caresses with the
mystical madness of melodica played in the
symphonic scores of the masters, of which
you my dear, played the finest
Now I wait... will I ever again see the likes of
you, savor the zest of you, smell your scent
feel your passion, never spent ....moist
with thoughts of you, I wait...
~etw~
Ron
Chanti
Love Tinka
waiting for dreams is a dream in itself...
Enjoyed!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Well done.
Georg
Love the graphic and the music, Tiger Lily.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Thanks,
Dan
Be safe,
Karen
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
BEAUTIFULLY illustrated, poignant longing...well done! One of your best!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love,
Bette