Speak to me gently, my love.
as gentle as the whisper
of the west wind
touching winter twigs.
Embrace me tightly , my love
like a misty cloud
embosoming the moon.
Kiss me tenderly ~
like dewdrops touch
on a blossoming bud.
Sing to me once again, my love
those melodies written in the clouds~
whistled by nocturnal songbirds
whispered by the west wind.
Dance with me now, my love
as the scented shades of night fall;
Come take my hand
I am~ all yours.
01.21.2021
Categories:
embosoming, devotion, true love,
Form: Free verse
The night still young at seven,
leaving a warm afterglow
that makes the still sea
a mellow yellow~
mirroring your splendour
as I take a look once more
at the traces of our tryst.
Your smile is etched
upon the silhouettes
of seabirds taking flight.
Your voice is whispered
by the east wind
like the way you did
when you uttered,
"I love you".
Your arms I feel
in the burnt umber clouds
embosoming mountain crest.
Alas, the night is now old at eleven
but the star-studded sky
exudes a harlequin hope
that there will be~
"Time For Us"
One day soon!
22 August 2020
1st place
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (26) ,any form,any theme
Contest Judged: 8/23/2020
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
embosoming, hope, love,
Form: Free verse