The Eyes Of A Dove Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

THE EYES OF A DOVE

When she wakes up, the morning raindrop caresses her smile with honeysuckle songs.

The dew gathers her hair with the rainbow and flowers begin to sing to the ocean.

The moon is whispering to the eyes of a dove as she rides the wings of Pegasus to earth.

Serenity of love plays from her curves and the night dreams of her return to the Milky Way.

We hear her eyes as they begin to summon the harps of the clouds and melodies of kisses.

Submerged in the waters of your movements, hearts of love explodes into flames of honey.

Engaged with the thoughts of the ocean, the eyes of a dove explain the meaning of flowers in bloom.

Sojourning the cliffs of ecstasy, she propels days without end to hold her walk in the rain.

Holding the mouth of her kisses, she drains the oasis of our minds with her breasts unpopulated.

Seen on the shores of the majestic clouds, she arrives on the scene with the eyes of a dove.

The ocean searches the stars for her beauty and the diamonds display her transition of untold riches.

Greek mythology held her for ransom for the exploits she unleashed when she transfused the Phoenix.

Her flames examined the fire that produced the love for Aphrodite's as she enslaved the hearts of man.

The lava of her chariot moved swiftly towards destruction and the eyes of a dove caused her exodus
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Searching the wings of love she became engulfed with angels playing the piano in the dark.

Sailing through the night, the wind addressed her affairs with the silhouette of her shape.

Without warning the scene of her needs carried her on the eyes of a dove to quench her submission.

Insatiable in her touches, she was tormented with hidden strokes of whispers on her whirlpool of nature.

With her mind unbalanced on the moon, she escapes the waters of her solitude and swims the coral reef.

She begins the motion to hold the treasures of the sea in her haven when the Arctic Circle calls her name.

Islands of dreams have her escaping reality to fulfill the eyes of a dove on the shores of her excitement.

Her island moves with passions as she causes hurricanes within the minds of her captured waves.

Songs of instruments without notes protrudes the bed of her assailant and she corrupts the sheets.

Singing sounds of victory and the eyes of a dove are portrayed in the garden of nature with her eyes.

Mystical flowers of kisses arrived with pillow talk as she surrounded the evening with openness.

The magic of her womb create asteroids of pneumatic flights of bodies crying on the moon.

The eyes of a dove summons the fires of nights, to burn the waters of love without dissimulation.



January 13,2015