Clouds drifting through,
patches of sky, deepening blue.
Wisps of willows, dancing,
she sits in thoughts of him,
romancing.
Stormy gray, shadows of light,
dark silhouettes, in the onset of night.
Upon a dream, with wide eyes,
streams glisten, the eagle cries.
His voice drifting through,
patches of sky, his eyes, deepening blue.
Kisses stormy gray, shadows of light,
their sihouettes dance ‘neath the willows in the onset of night.
Clouds drifting through,
upon a cherry blossom, droplets gently land.
She sees the twisting branches,
feels the touch of his hand.
Stormy gray, shadows of light,
Wisps of willows, dancing,
their dark silhouettes, making love, in the onset of night,
upon a dream, with wide eyes, thoughts of him,
romancing.
that was exciting, high on imagery, well written and a pleasure to read :)
ReplyDeleteThanks again William, so appreciate your comments here on my blog! =) The sense of romanticism can be a moving notion. =)
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