For Ophelia (Inspired By Jw Waterhouse)

In blue moonlight where Lady Ophelia drifts the whispered streams in winter's beauty, her eyes reflecting starlight vaguely float and fade quietly to grey. As the breeze kisses her soft white breasts, she sighs a zephyr to carry her to sleeping worlds where soporific trees roam the joyful earth and a goddess dreams. The curve of her cherry lips that still the dark waters of a Bardic heart as a poet feasts at the perked teat of her inspiration and suspires the breeze. By starlit springs that let a bard sail rivers to the shadow lands with flesh perfumed blooms and perceptions of ancient dreams fall back to slumber in her arms.