Awash in beauties realm,
Perfumed flowers, scents,
A mirage; A miracle?
She came from heaven?
An angel then must be?
Into my heart she came,
Not asking my surrender,
Her body warm and tender,
Music filled the room,
We danced, she danced,
A lyre played by slender hands,
A Neigh, a creature stirred,
A golden horn, a silver mane,
From starlight far it came,
Whispers of eternity,
The bliss of love’s eternal sea,
When I woke,
I prayed to sleep,
Forever,
A serpent fangs instead,
A poison ancient,
Jealousy reins not in,
Razor sharp cuts tender flesh,
Where tender thoughts would mesh,
Still the night, the yearning,
Moments tender warm,
I drift away,
My senses fating,
Still the mind, the heart,
Whereto, then not,
Not caring where,
That’s all, I have to share….
From distance far I hear a call,
Sweet voices near my bed,
You’ll be fine they said,
Waves crush over me,
A million stars I see,
A stare, a scare, the sheets,
Stop talking in your sleep, the doc he said,
Take care, or you might lose the rest instead,©23/12/2010
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Rabbit stew becomes you.
Loose lips....are a work of art.....aw man!
Patrick
Donna
Blessings,
Christine