Wednesday, October 2, 2013


A sullen silence hangs in the air
upon waking to sunlight streaming
her softly breathing figure a blessing
in her presence, I rest my rectitude

By the wuthers of my raving mind
By the blooming of her gentle smile
her scented dreams drifts into mine
appeasing my fearful spirit

    Inviolable flower, darling consort,
      from the deluge of my tempest
         my last refuge, my last resort.

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