Enigmatic Keepsake

Along the horizon dawned a vast array of black clouds As the earthy surface shook from beneath my feet Screaming, crying I began to sprint wildly in panic Whilst searching for this mysterious woman Voices polluted the background affecting My ability to detect her sultry, sweet voice After hours of revolving through public turmoil My eyes came across the woman of whom This asinine heart had been dead set on Yet I couldn't make out the shape nor The features upon the shadow of her face Although I could smell the alluring scent Of the creamy, cinnamon taste Of her luscious lips against mine And suddenly everything faded to black By Glenn McCrary © 2011 (All rights reserved)