Written by: nette onclaud

the moon trickles down casting light afar her tasseled hair rippling on true hearts pressed surrounding a cape of pure, coupled stars while tender fingers hunger for her chest oh, can there be a scene like this more blessed? if life could pluck more days, let my age withdraw come love, for we have boat rides more to row and as sunrise prays with the mountaintop lapping against mauve fog the prairies keep just there, dawn sprinkles on each dewdrop waking the snooze of morning from its sleep how can a day hold glory half as deep? and if breaths could clear ripples of life’s glow come dream with me, for we have years to sow! © little know nothing's contest: Enter the Poems or new magazine please