A stream through a wood

A stream through a wood flows
Like spun glass
Stretching
Itself over rock and fauna,
Glimmering stars
And sleeping trees-
The last fingers of leafs carried
To the sea
Past the sandy roads and
The smell of honeysuckle;
My love is like its
Essence
Her kiss as the linen of
Twilight
I walk in the damp
Darkness
To feel the softness of her
Every tiny minute
Of her
Gently in water flowing
Under the moon.

Copyright © 12/11/2016 lance sheridan®

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