Before I am Famous

literature is something we infer after the story is told

Magick

Posted on | June 3, 2007 |

Beautiful
You are
With your eyes closed
And a gold aura
Surrounding you,
Like a forgotten angel.

I am
The solitary skier
Swishing down an
Elongating slope of
Grass.

The touch remains from
Last night.
The taste from the first night
Remembered.

Falling into your arms
From a dream,
Once forgotten.
Ahead the sky is blue.
Voluptuous mountains carve out the horizon.

As far as I can see
You are the only one in view.

Fiery, golden dragons
Wrap around my heart.
Intense,
Fierce,
Passionate,
Lasting.

Two become half of one.

Vibrant trees reach for the infinite sky.
The wind serenades you a lullaby
And your eyes close.

In a cauldron magick is stirred
And in arms magick
Is made.

Category: poetry corner

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