Reverie.
A
starlight
waltz
before
her eyes,
awakened
dewdrops
hypnotize,
wait not for
autumn’s
call to
rise…
Your voice is an oasis to an aching soul.
β’
A
starlight
waltz
before
her eyes,
awakened
dewdrops
hypnotize,
wait not for
autumn’s
call to
rise…
Your voice is an oasis to an aching soul.
β’
A yearning
as sirens of
autumn’s breath
whisper words
of anticipation.
A rhythmic contralto
an echo to the soul
a welcomed unrest
as the valley chantsΒ
its familiar tune.
Mesmerized
is she as gleams
ofΒ heaven incensed
unveil a sightΒ divine.
A prelude
as skies yield to
nature’s command–
a foretaste of the
promised cleansing
of her deliverance.
β’
Like arid petals
stirred by
Zephyr’s cries,Β
your words
have kindled
a dying flame…
So let storms
be borne ofΒ
Sahara’s hands
while I hide
in your embrace
amidst the rain.
β’
Raindrops
quivering upon cheeks
warmed by the throb
of an ancient wound,
a love unknown,
their rivulets
meanderedΒ acrossΒ flesh
markedΒ by a wisdom
reaped through
the fissures
of time.
Glistening
are her tears
with the scars
of yesterday,
the joysΒ of today,
and the promise
of tomorrow
as she dances,
at last unbound,
beneath the slice
of half moon’s glow.
β’