Lover lost, or perhaps a society wandering, looking for in the midst of passion escaping
Thunder from the mountain breaks walls clean Ripples of water Pure in body Best left To dream
Faces of my lovers pass in the spots of the road mixed in with lies Traces of hope in cloud covered skies Chases from the wild side of a heart on the run Memory of so many in the walking from someone
Drift in windswept desire of fire strong and pure Sift the ashes for the last of hearts seeking peace Kiss the lips of the next one in the golden streets Free the answers head the question where is I have come
Run from all the pleasures created for someone Sun fades in retribution for the evil threat lives Plumb the marker in the boxes all she did was give Tree is true to the answer of the book yet to write
Reason is in the pages of the question in the night Pleason lover holds the secret of time marching on Real the needs of woman and life Me lay back in rays of today
Kept the baby threw out the water Slept with the warm in light Boat sails in the morning Sea rocks in slave
Waves hold the passion of all that he gave Rocks are hidden but as sharp as her tongue Block the worst of a cold be in a need to run See past horizon here we come here we come
Wrinkle in the needy of silver and gray Time is nothing as music still plays Mime works her magic in twinkle of plead Please is given birth of life's precious seed
Passion stops for the answers of pain to reed Breeze lifts the spirits to place incomplete Tease of her body and her eyes escape Sleep in calm of her new earthquake
Clever trance left in willow branch to be kept Sever not heartache eradicate favor of her perfume Reality meets the need and survival fails Wash clean the body in oil fair
West is the willing Test in scent in her hair Pest of truth keeps sleep from coming Love is just a motion of grumbling sea
My child I have wandered Seeking so much more Let me look upon you Before you slam the door
Book eight in my Belinda Lawrence Classic Mysteries. Mysteries confront amateur sleuths, Belinda Lawrence and Hazel Whitby in the Somerset village of Milford.
Among the eccentrics is the shadowy Madam Malefic.