Close your eyes,
and sigh my moonlight,
and choose these fabled leaves
to blow your fragrant fantasy,
in bluer dreams of graceful grassland,
my lips to mime,
a million golden, exotic dancers
caressing mind in flamingo fingers,
stretching peace
to panting presence.
You are much to sigh
in soulful baby's breath,
my braver wind song’s shimmered soul
weaving wilder child,
shedding ancient fears
of crackling skin,
through autumn's thrusting gust
of weary inspiration,
craving silver conscience to unopened petals;
my misdirected silence,
just my time
of glazed tranquility
offering hands to strands of fingers.
We are more than sharing syllables;
these sounds we weave
are wandering canopies,
calming zephyrs of purest power,
where feathers glance at Love's reunion,
washing desert
with every wondrous moment we brought to line,
such finer wine
to tip in crystal.
I leave you in my smile's embrace,
sail in gale of coastal exuberation,
place to face
your lacy feathers,
where warm is tropic sea to tether
what wisdom seeks in understanding,
as every kiss to blow my landing.
A contest entry
- Saturday Quickiness 10/at least 10 L/1 hr by poet2angels.
475 points, ended November 17, 2007, 9 entries
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Close your eyes,
and sigh my moonlight,
and choose these fabled leaves
to blow your fragrant fantasy,
in bluer dreams of graceful grassland,
my lips to mime,
a million golden, exotic dancers
caressing mind in flamingo fingers,
stretching peace
to panting presence.
wow---each word is so beautifully chosen! I especially love the title/last line
as every kiss to blow my landing.
wow-----simply amazing! keep it up!
pegleg -
oh my
This is a sigh to breathe in and feel whispers of wind bringing fall into winter glow...I am amazed with this truly...
I Sigh and cry
Lynda
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