the Emilies whisper
and so like a flute whose notes caress a silent breeze
you are here in my path at the twist in the road
where you promised you'd be,
your beckoning hand, your kholed Dreamy eyes...
the Moon sails wilderness notes;
see her tears? the horn's cries, in a Skyful of dew,
poised for the drop to her hair, sparking eyes;
their shine awakens you,
as she dances 'cross Clouds to your opening arms,
at the twist in the road...
the Emilies whisper
to be continued...of course :)
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