Just There,Beyond a Lover'stouch
An
Aurora
over
the August moon,
as colors flown
by butterflies
transcend the dawn.
A feast of fragrance
fills the air......
a green grace
of
heavenly hope,
invisible,
instant,
,irridescent,
a jester's joy!
Like lemon kites
sailing high and merrily
over
Northern seas ,
to
query
ancient owls
feigning
sleep.............
their
resting places,
storied with the snow
of
days gone by,
wistful
wonder
reflected
in a maidens'
eyes,
and thy dark head
asleep upon my thigh
holds all these dreams
and more...........
just there,
beyond
a lover's
touch.
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