The Lady with the Lamp

The flickering lamp in your hand sways as if to swim in peace to me the lily scenting a warm ponder ripples from the apple of my eye and bobs across to bid approach blooming with a soft absorbing sigh which enters an essence close to reach Your touch colludes in a light lashed usher enticed to where my heart will sing of finding lithe spirit mute from flesh I slide into choral waters with longing for the wonder of a parting life wish Drumming soft as butterfly strokes swishing in the night so close and so remote she could vanish into poppy fields at any moment but will never leave my sight fluttering I swim onward.. I swim out..

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