Echoes In A Far Pavillion Poem by Mari Martin

Snow covered
sleeping stone
rising to kiss the sky
do you hear my songs
I sing into the winds?
They kiss my skin as a lover.
I long for his coming
standing with flowers of anticipation
about my feet.

Sweet violin
your melody haunts my thoughts
shrouded in a mist of dreams.
How will I dance to this desire
only feeling the movement
of the strings?
The beat of my heart
a drum against my breast
begs to hear your sweet music
bow gliding in silken wave.
Waterfalls of love
falling, falling.

Is this magic?
Illusion born of yearning.
Fingertips upon my skin,
are you but the wind?
Honeyed is the taste of my lips
painted by Love.

Such sweetness consumes my senses
taking my breath.

Snow covered
sleeping stone
echo my songs
across your far pavillions.
This veil of joy
concealing my eyes
waits for his hands
to lower it
taking possession of my soul.