Would you whisper to me
like the long lost wind
in my tousled hair
And dance at my feet
like waves
on the sifting golden sand
Would you play with my eyes
like a sunbeam
weaving through the forest pines
Would you be the warmth
of crackling logs
that licks at my chilling hand
Would you be my cherished
moment of hope
when life frays at the edges
of time
Would you still love me
when I am gone
and you're no more
Where no you exists
nor me,
Would you still be mine?
© Manic Sylph 2016
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Dancing Stars
PoetryI spill my soul into my words that are sometimes dark as inky wells and sometimes, they explode into showers of light..... Together they coalesce to make up beautiful starry nights.
