Saturday, 5 November 2011

Honeysuckle Wild

Weaving softly through my dreams
As gentle as a murmured prayer,
While I the wide eyed sleeper feel 
Her essence in me everywhere.
There is no shallow in her eyes
No lineament to less extol, 
She moves enticing lips to mine 
And breathes her music to my soul. 

Too soon the jealous Eos spreads
Her fingers to reclaim her throne,
And with the scarlet blushing dawn
The dreams recede I cannot own. 
Though I inhale her autograph
Left ne by this natures child,     
The sweet perfume of ardent love 
Bouquet of honeysuckle wild.

Copyright© Alan Gilbert. 


  1. And I can smell her sweet perfume from across the miles

    1. Thank you for reading and for the comment Annon.


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