beauty...
2007-05-12
beauty...
I can swim in her presence like a coy fish making elusive darts through the dream like nightly water reflecting an effervescent moon. The cool water gently blows moisture into the air letting the warm of her heart beat a pulsing wave across the cotton tails moving to and fro. This pond is embedded in the womb deep into the part of an ancient forest where only magic dares to express itself. Miracles and hopes spring to life like wild ivy swimming across the floors of this tropical jungle dream. Birds sing symphonies of passion and mythical wood folk let themselves poke out here and there for a traveler to marvel at. Her hands hold this place standing and the love in it pure. The sky is drowned by the blasting life of her soul covering the canopy giving the fairyland a faint illumination with her pouring spirit. I walk through my lovers thicket of dream and smell the roses growing right out of the air as it’s rich with her love and tenderness. Dense with her presence, this place is magical and can only be seen by the adventurers who have enough hope in there hearts to one day find their own… little clearing of beauty…
Created with ShoutPost
