My Love Spirit

Kind of fun... Created by Poetry Soups Love Generated poetry... Here's the result: Your skin glows like the watermelon, blossoms surreal as the Black Bearded Iris in the purest hope of spring. My yearning heart rises to your Violin voice and leaps like a horse at the whisper of your name, Spirit. The evening ascends in on a great pheonix wing. I am calmed by your sandals that I carry into the twilight of vesselbeams and hold next to my eyes. I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of mercury. As my hair falls from my gown, it reminds me of your book. In the hushed, I listen for the last silence of the spring. My heated ankle leaps to my hat. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret tree so that we may whispers as one, ankle to ankle, in search of the glorious turquoise and spiritual water of love.