Breathing Love
Walking by starlight, the nymph radiates a moon-glow
Hair, ebon hued, walking on shoulders with grace
Her smile brightens with the magic of her eyes, breathtaking
She runs away, laughing gaily, flowing like brook of rushing
water. She goes on dancing, while sleep entrances
Keeping on the edge of thought, the thought unknown
but to night and dream. Dream mixes, reality fades and will
becomes of another life. Dancing freely… is this real, this
moment of life and feeling alive? Praying that this dream of love
tarries ever-long, real, living, a breathing love…
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