Anastasiya

I am writing you Anastasiya, wherein finding a true spark of hope,
of everlasting pixie dust
enshrouded with a lavish golden hoop
(encircled by wonderwomans' rope),

I'd like to bring you where I cannot go alone
to bring you manna trees and ceiling wax
attended by Captain Hook, Oprah Winfrey, and
Geraldo, without leaving any tracks,

A place you can only imagine
with my assistance, and with fire, 
a place you'd like to be, with you my
queen, and me yr sire,

We'd ride a giant elephant sled
like Hannibal with his men,
On top the Alps we'd Aesop like
pals, and do it all again,

I'd court you to a different drum,
a beat you could not ignore, 
a jumblaya of the soul,
albeit something more,

A place of comfort, and respite,
where we could both reflect
on wondrous candles, throwing sandalsand numerous sand to collect,

So come with me Anastasiya,
and I'll bring you more than flowers,
of ubiquitous omniscient fervor, 
arranged over surrounding hours...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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