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Feb 2016
She strolls the green fields
With mist trailing in her wake
Looking for something
What she knows not

A dream pulled her
To this misty green
Searching for something
Possibly something unseen

He mounts his steed
Kicking him hard in the flanks
Racing to somewhere
Leaving the known in his wake

A dream pulled him
To mount his dark steed
Searching for something
Possibly something unseen

Into the forest they both went
Unknown to eachother
In a clearing
That's where they met

Her hazel eyes shone in the moonlight
Beneath hooded lashes dark
His steed glistening from sweat
As he dismounts in the forest dark

Unknowing what to speak
They let nature take the lead
They have found what was unseen
Under the moons twilight gleam

Rose red lips
Sink deep into calloused ones flesh
Leather hands became velvet
As he held her close to him

Their moment of ecstasy
Lasting till the twilight tall
They heeded the dreams
They heeded fates call

Her a lowly chamber maid
Him a high prince
Came together for just one night
Of the unseens presence
What do you do in the unseen?
Karina Norris-Veirs
Written by
Karina Norris-Veirs  Oklahoma
(Oklahoma)   
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