Tuesday, December 28, 2010

My Darling

He waits for me with hands strong.

Eyes which ask for golden slumbers.

A passionate song awakening in the forest of sun stream glories and soft lullabies.

A walk in the evergreens, a pebbled path with picnic tables ensconced upon the tapestry of emerald everlasting spiraling carpet.

Visions of a river, clear crystal water flowing ever so swiftly, ever so consistently.

Calling me to a place of forgotten memories, kept alive by but a glimpse of the overflowing of the streams cascading upon the rocks.

And there she sits, and there she awaits.

A silhouette against the darkened sky.

Listening to the breeze and the hymns of the waters as they pass her by.

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