Lingering Psalm
Lingering
Psalm
The fragrance of creation lingers
upon her delicate words.
He felt her grasp his hand gently
caressing as Joy doth surge
Her aura is a savory meadow
his soul longing for her embrace
He lies inhaling a fragrant aroma
emanating from a piece of white lace
Whispers fall as droplets
upon his ears from the page
He felt a moist kiss upon his face
scented in wild heather and sage
Her strokes fluid, his eyes roam
across the parchment scroll
My Lady,I am coming, for your
fragrance still lingers upon my Soul
Carole Cookie Arnold
2010
Copyright © Carole Cookie Arnold | Year Posted 2010
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