#Fantasy
Keep your vigil, whispers of gray— Speak of what I do understand. Assault the evil glare of day; It doesn’t speak for my heart – Rather for the city made of stone
A rose gave up her secret Of its origin – of its beauty – In the shadow of her crescent— Fiercely hushed once to me. She told me of a plan of love
Tarry with me tonight My dear firelight! Your precious warmth be My solitary company. It’s my plush blanket
Oh star – brightest star – That’s first in the sky – I don’t need advice; I just need an ear. Nobody else must know
Come and find me in this garden; I know not where the hours go. Palm fronds brush against my cheek… Lone toadstool, blush of mallow. They say this is the Garden of Ed…
Coming from within a rising hedge Of voluptuous white oleander— I sensed a turmoil; one writhe Seduced better than before And within the naked boughs
Through a break in the trees Flows a tawny river Sanding the rock endlessly As a peerless carver. The jungle is not seen
A swirl of amaretto Revolves in my coffee - Like a galaxy - Shimmering and slow. Dawn is utterly quiet;
Seizuring so as if escaping from f… You awoke suddenly near about midn… Then rolled over meeting my body h… By instinct, drew nearer and kisse… Your cheek, always soft, nestled a…
Forgive me, young dandelion. I did not feign disinterest. My mind has running thoughts That stole my attention. You only meant to be a friend.
The Moon became quietly jealous One night when I surveyed Venus. The usual glory reserved for her Went to the dancer with Perseus. At first, she passed for a star
Star of wonder, star of power Bluest of steel blue It shines at the midnight hour. More wondrous than Regulus Its eight points burst forth
When long days drag on me And my soul cries in the dark Then I speak my prayer in sleight And He slips it into my jar. Prithee – give it wings to fly up
The wind hears many secrets As he blows at his election. Only a hearer at best— He mulls them over and again But doesn’t repeat or think aloud
April – breezy and demure – Make yourself at home. I’ve kept some tea warm. Here is a seat of nature— A trunk on which to sit.