In Sleepless HoursIn nighttime's sleepless hours my reverie of you takes hold
I place a kiss so gentle as not to stir a sleeping baby on the face that fills my waking hours and haunts my dreams
You alone are my Northern lights, evoking a rainbow of cascading colours, Plumes of light that fill the evening sky
transcending the grey urban landscape into a scene of unimaginable beauty
The moon becomes our glitter ball, illuminating the deserted walkways, now our promenade
Frost chilled air warmed by your smile, soft iridescent skin brings the scent of spring and breaks the bleak mid winter
We embrace the Midnight hour, held fast as though to lose your touch would stop my heart that beats for you alone.
the breath of your whisper sends my aching body into raptures of untold pleasure
I lament the breaking sun that takes you , Dawns chorus has little joy for me.
while Icarus burns his wings on flights of fancy, I wait patiently for the blanket of darkness to return when the moon will once again be our
certaintyofchance 41-45, M 18 Responses 27 Jun 2, 2011