From Books of Gods and Lovers
From Books of gods and lovers
From the wind he came-- like an angel
With wings upon his back
As he leaned over my bed and kissed me
He dropped his travel sack
Fresh breeze was on his shoulders
And shirt of light blue sky.
I took in all his happiness
And looked into his eyes.
Black hair was slightly in his face
As he took my lips in mouth
And swallowed love of goddess
He thinks of from the south.
The North and East behind him
He travels all the time
Looking for his niche in life
The song with words that rhyme.
He is mythology to me- from books of gods and lovers.
He is warriors to me -of temper, claim and passion.
He is ocean to me- with waves so deep and quiet.
He is storm to me- that move so strong and long.
R. Risley
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02/98
Copyright © Rosalie Risley | Year Posted 2005
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