Dreams she had on a feathered pillow,
each breath that rose to a murmured prose
A silken black raven of luster glow
from the moonlight spun a fine silver rose
Sweet spells she would cast on wayward wind streams,
would fall on lonely dreamers unawares
Never to waken from her wondrous realms,
a curse to bare for their wanton affairs
Lure of love and lust, her scent of stardust
and they fell one by one in her web weave,
in a sleep horizon of wanderlust
Dreams she had, dark dreams you want to believe
Her sleep horizon seeks your soul wanting,
she'll spin a rose of silver your heart spurning
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Beautiful. Did you really write this at midnight? or are you in a different timezone ?
Nice imagery, great flow. All over wonderful.
Kat
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yes it was late
was inspired by the night and what men wish at night . -
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coolio. I wish i could make sense that late at night
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