I lie in rapture and her beautiful black eyes,
Remind of dark clouds gathering in the skies
That girl in my dreams is a Raven that screams,
In the darkness a path lit by silvery moonbeams
A stream glistening in the moonlit night flows,
In the darkness it leaves a trail, her hair glows
I follow her path leaving my soul behind,
In the deepest abyss is it true love I find
A kiss from her lips, the sweetest poisoned wine,
The touch of her skin sends shivers down my spine
The mark of the beast upon her head
I lie next to her and am already dead
She whispers the words in my ear and I am blind,
I do love you with my heart, body, soul and mind
For when touched by death, yourself you do know,
Always in the light, life a clear path does not show
Ayman Parray © 2016
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An enchanting piece of writing. How beautifully you express your feelings. A perfect flow of thoughts n words. A perfect 10.
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An intense poem that showcases the extremities of life, the joy and sorrow of dreams. Dreams can be rapturous or can engulf one in dark clouds. Excellent Ayman!