Twilight mists drips drops of dew
On a heart I locked away
Now caught in musk
Of Dawn and dusk
Shades amber to velvet grey
Ancient feet walk welted paths
Melts wet grasses, memorized
Now wove between
A gaze to cast
To Sewn starry scattered skies
Smothered shadows dance concealed
Glimpsed fresh visions of my dreams
Absorbed In art
Whilst falling stars
Imitate lit spider streams
Romance dyed my robe a rouge
Sacred love stained patterns deep
Haunting fables
Murmured my faith
Closely Cradled in its keep
Spirit painted for me wings
Masked to hide within the night
Amazing gifts
Nature does bring
Butterflies revived.
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Wicked.
Wow.. Love the imagery, i can see your deep thinker, i bet you write when you sense something from a picture. I love your work. I would like to read more, and i will. Gj to you!
