You are the sweetest dreams,
and alluring songs,
The honey'd days,
and warmest nights.
In my mind i am not scared,
of lonely silence,
of bitter hours,
of colder years.
In my hands air entwines,
flowing softly,
like imagined hair,
dazed in beauty,
we can but stare.
Then with a start,
it all but flitters.
Nothing in place,
nothing to quell,
the hearts loving pace.
Apr 30, 2011
Apr 30, 2011 at 5:53 PM UTC
You are the sweetest dreams,
and alluring songs,
The honey'd days,
and warmest nights.
In my mind i am not scared,
of lonely silence,
of bitter hours,
of colder years.
In my hands air entwines,
flowing softly,
like imagined hair,
dazed in beauty,
we can but stare.
Then with a start,
it all but flitters.
Nothing in place,
nothing to quell,
the hearts loving pace.
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