"wreath of misty breathy words of..."|
- James Pete Taylor (1978 - )
wreath of misty breathy words of...
rising above her head,
hair shines under stars,
in the cold crisp moon-
light lit night
dissipate into nothing I would call
is her happy quiet
is what she seems to say with
subtle, too much for words,
is her manner as she reaches out
-her fingers cold in the autumn air-
gently brushes my face
the heat, nearly burning me,
of her gaze, not gazing, pulling
me into the depths I so do love to sink
with her into time where
like her eyes in the starry starry night
we will dance to
the music of this moment is forever.
© 1998 James Pete Taylor.
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