Erin Thomas (Riverside, California)
Gentle fingers scan my spine; tender thoughts revolve in mist;
Loving glances read my mind; passions, deep, evolve in mist.
Gleaming in the full moon’s glow, hedged inside a silver rim,
Dancing on the high wind’s flow, passing clouds involve in mist.
Vapors lift with morning light; golden ripples sheen the lake;
Warmth replaces failing night; memories dissolve in mist.
Cast upon a spanning haze, rainbow halos ring the sun;
Grasses ripple in the breeze; shifting winds resolve in mist.
Gaze with me upon this art, endless fading from our sight;
How can souls be split apart when the two convolve in mist?
Since Zahhar has known your touch, sounds and colors merge and fade;
Countless trembling dreams, fulfilled, each and all devolve in mist.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Published in Muse Apprentice Guild in Fall of 2003.
This is a ghazal poem.
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