Golden Dell and Valley

Oh golden dell Oh valley of lights swirling clouds and circles of night oh caress of hand ...and longing of id ego dropped as the satin gown did silken bedsheets I will drape upon your nakedness protect you from chill and all ...ill will your hand clutches my hair...cups my head...you kiss my tilted cheek I slide fingertips along the lines the brush strokes sweep me into the ether ... recollection and reflection Oh the dew of days and the dim of life long dusty now set by unknown hands gently against the eves protected ....and neglected sunlight stretches across the tattered oriental reaches only one corner of the frame ignites the gold and deepens the darks and all is silent save these flickering moments come and gone so fast a squirel burrows in the eves nestles and rustles in the walls and sleeps