Flickering glow of white embraced in blue
Lighting the page to another dream
Full glorious linen white moon
Crickets singing soft and sweet
The scent of fresh rain
A simple cup of mixed berry tea
Running her fingers through her hair
Recalling a feeling
A memory reborn
Sweet sounds whispered from his lips
As they lightly flutter round her neck
Tingles surge from her being
Deep into her inter soul
Sipping slowly on a simple cup of mixed berry tea
A vision of an angel
Brings a deep sigh from her heart
A remembrance of what passion truly is
Flooding her mind to the core
His name is whispered from sweet red lips..
Unseen feelings surge beyond the stars
Moon lit night
A need to reflect
Remembering....
Dreaming...
And a simple cup of mixed berry tea
P, I note that you ate getting into bringing so very much into observation/analogy of the ordinary.... and you do it in deeply fine fashion. t x
ummmm Good stuff this Mixed Berry Tea, such sweet thoughts Patricia.. But you don't anything do you, to fetch sweet thoughts of your love...10.. Sir Amor x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a cup of mixed berry tea can do.....for you a superb poet of all poets. The sweet red lips, sipping an dreaming and remembering.....I love it! Karin Anderson