Sweet Sylph Poem by John Leroy Maxwell
Sweet Sylph
Your dulcet cry pleases my senses, wafting
gently thru my soul
as I nestle 'neath the natural currents of your
tempting respiration
Scudding silently behind my closed thoughts,
as my consciousness lays in repose, I
being bound in the fine fabric of your aura
bearing truth, oneness and inspiration
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