Just There,Beyond a Lover'stouch

An Aurora over the August moon, as colors flown by butterflies transcend the dawn. A feast of fragrance fills the air...... a green grace of heavenly hope, invisible, instant, ,irridescent, a jester's joy! Like lemon kites sailing high and merrily over Northern seas , to query ancient owls feigning sleep............. their resting places, storied with the snow of days gone by, wistful wonder reflected in a maidens' eyes, and thy dark head asleep upon my thigh holds all these dreams and more........... just there, beyond a lover's touch.