she has such torment
I ache for a chance encounter
to feel her dangerous elegance,
I sense her deep indigo blues
that have a rhythm in time with her muse
she day-dreams forever
while dreams become full length features in her sleep
upon waking
her words unfold languorous
like clouds that wisp passing from her lips
merely soft, ever silent
I can almost hear her
her voice just a whisper
although,
I imagine her
as I listen
with half-closed eyes
and the crescent moon is the memory of night
there we catch a late night dream
between need and stimulation
Lovely Hyacinth Garden blooms indeed Respected Mr 9inety
Lovely Hyacinth Garden blooms indeed Respected Mr 9inety.Left me wondering and wondering who is she?? maybe just a figment of wild imagination.
©bishu
Day dreaming forever..
This poem in itself reminds me of a daydream. It is so beautfiul Dylan. I have never been any good at commenting on other's works but I do it merely so that they will know I have read it and liked it. I loved this one. Take care
Kristi
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.
thank you
your commenting is well,
better than you think,
and I am sure that if you think you do not comment very well, it is the only thing that you do not do well...
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot