Alabaster Dreams
Alabaster Dreams
Sitting to pen a message dipping her quill
Into the well housing a special perfumed ink
She chose a personal periscope from her diary
My darling Memories of you heat my being to a blush
I dream of your presence once again as your lips
Touch mine filling my reservoir of passion with a kiss
I melt looking into your unbelievable chiseled face
As if, a master carved it from a precious ligure of old
Make haste my love from where you are this day
Leap onto one of the quadrivial paths leading
To the mystical hill upon which I sit waiting
For sounds of hoofs entering the garden gates
For I cannot dream forever
Carole Cookie Arnold
07/14/2013
Shadow Hamilton’s contest
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Copyright © Carole Cookie Arnold | Year Posted 2013
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