Toward the winds in a gentle breeze,
My eyes glimmer, snow drops freeze,
And gently as the music sings,
Resemblance of love, ever lasting.
Her music puts tempered men to rest,
As her flowing hair dangles down her chest.
She smiles of beauty , her soft curved lips,
As I embrace the evenings blood red eclipse.
Confusion, fear, all now gone,
As the winter cools the warming sun.
With the vastness of a tempest.
Living in a dream relentless.
Her wistfully narcotic dance,
Steps lightly with every short romance,
Shamelessly obliged
With each love alone she cries,
Her wit in its ability.
Of the night in its fertility
The darkness fell like death,
Decayed in her tranquility,
I sat and held my breath.
She listened so intent.
My words, not what I meant.
At sharing her remorse,
Of some lost recourse.
My eyes like blood, the day to night.
As the sun turns black to the sight.
This is where we hide our dreams,
And instances of pure joy,
She passed me with a hollow scream,
Like a princess swept to Troy.
No war was fought, no soldiers died,
But my heart in her I do confide.
For she’s the one, the only soul,
That saved me from myself, or so I’m told.