She. - Poem by Dream Weaver
She glides through my thoughts, like Moon-mist on a calm Mere;
a porcelain vision, so flawless...so pale.
A murmuring zephyr, one feels... but cannot hear;
So hard to resist... condemned, ever... to fail.
A sweet, silken whisper, caressed by the light
of a great Harvest moon, shining so palesomely
serene, in her hair... a soft, tumbling, delight;
she whispers 'Your heart is full forfeit to me.'
Such whisper stands not in demand of the choosing;
my heart is lost swift, as a tear-dropp in rain,
with scarcely, a heartbeat-span spent in the losing;
my reason consumed by her bright, shining flame.
She moves through my thoughts, whisper soft, as a lover's sigh'
caressed by candle-glow, honeyed and gold.
My thoughts shiver gently, not knowing the reason why,
My mind confounded... but, my heart soft, knows.
I stand, with the Chasm of Reason before me...
she beckons; eyes soft, as original sin.
One step, and I know I am lost for Eternity;
she reaches out... and, I plunge down, therein.
My dreams, forever bound with this exquisite chain,
not wanting ever, my heart to be free;
until the World ends, in her thrall, ever... to remain,
This one, that my heart knows simply, as... She.
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