As the silvery flood kisses the hem of the night, <br />and dew beckons velvety petals in enchanted slumber <br />i touch her form, wrapped in winsome enigma <br />enticing slivers from the sky to pierce the haze, <br />As Misty tree-tops wistfully overlook the grass, <br />that tingles her bare feet, <br />And dawn trickles through the woods in lazy dalliance <br />i see shining sparkles coalesce into an array of colours, <br />and an iris crowning her forehead in tender submission, <br />As Slender palms awaken blissful buds from reverie, <br />and the gentle wind is entranced in her mystic fragrance <br />i hear the cadence of her angelic hymn, <br />sprinkling melliflous notes over a lazy ambience <br />The universe stirs around her to find its broken strings, <br />and discovers the words buried under ages of dust, <br />i taste the elixir from her tender lips <br />mesmerising the senses of an earthly ilk <br /> <br />How i wish to redeem myself in her heavenly embrace, <br />and witness the bloom that spring had promised..<br /><br />Mustafa Mun<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-muse-14/
