she whispers once again
behind the veils of time
reminders of her gentleness
confiscate my breath
elegantly precise
determined to make her presence known
she abducts the span of life
recycling births
she hugs thin air
I hear of her intent
disguised in shadows of white
as dawn collides with evening
she appears ever so discreet
inviting me to listen
harps on melodies
sweetly caress the strings
of Cupids bow
I hear music, her voice
it flows
sweet falsetto
cords that resonate
sound of angels
pillows of softness
blue skies tender
comforting swirls of
purple
embrace tonight
moonlit dreams
invite
mindnight madness
reflections in
her eyes
distant as the stars
