Desire
I have this sudden burning desire-
That mounts within like a raging fire-
To flit away to a moonlit field,
And to my wildest passions yield.
I'd dance along a whispering brook,
And bury my head in a horse's mane.
I'd whistle the haunting melodies,
The gypsies sang of long ago.
I'd sing until my mouth was dry,
My soul was drained,
My spirit free!
But it really couldn't be the same-
Without you standing next to me.
Copyright © Elly Metz | Year Posted 2015
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