Alan Gilbert

Rookie (10/03/1946 / Southampton, England.)

Charm - Poem by Alan Gilbert

You took my hands
Though they were cold,
Redeemed my body
Young for old.
Returned my silver
Hair to gold
And said it was a dream.

You stole the shadow
From my eyes,
Replaced the dark
With starry skies.
Then softly laughed
At my surprise
And said, “ Inhale the theme”.

You kissed a smile
From every frown,
Our bodies danced
In eider down.
We fell so deep
As if to drown
In passions racing stream.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 21, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, October 21, 2011

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