Wednesday, January 8, 2014

On A Night of Love Making

Ever-effervescent,
She came in like a moonbeam
And stayed the whole night.
By her light, I sang,
And wrote poems that made my soul change.
Then, I slept.
When I awoke, she was gone,
But on the ground
Was her silken gown
And her scent filled the air
And my soul abound.

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