Stranger in the Dreamy Forest.

This Rose forest filled with thorns Slumbered in crimson myst as the full moon rised Over this wild scenery ebbing like his heart... This nightingale's eery spell echoed through the wide night To shake the sky's ply, shimmering within his eyes: Where art thou softest warm touch Within these hardened woods of old? To many a dark blue mystery clouds this fruitful heath, For our eyes to meet in love's best garden, First a maze is set by mine heart's careful measure. At the path of way, the roots of oaks' logic Are drenched by dreamy seas of zestful flowers. This forest of rose filled blood and perfume Lures my senses to the edge of sharpened facts, Into the snare of fantasy that would bleed me. Satin cloth like rain softly set upon this placing: Drowning in this shower of the darkest night, Ye appear from twinkling blankets, thick as sparkling leaves. I see thine gentle breasts as full pearls set at thine chest, Eyes that shimmer as ethereal wonder, glimmering in blue flame, Yet your silver hair firmly silhouette a shadow-like body, fair... Where does this dream end as you grow near? ... From the faintest electric space between their first kiss, The final touch runs lightning through his spine, Revealing the contours of his dark-clouded mind. In this maze saught after,but thought unconquered, She elegantly completes by mere taste, touch and smell divine...

CuldeSac

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