• alisdaire_ocaoimph 5w

    Little more

    I held by her
    Where her mornings
    Linger upon drifting dreams
    And serenades of the heart
    That I long her
    From the dark locks of hair
    To those eyes that sweep
    Like the nights sky
    Glittering bright the stars
    Shine through them
    And here deep into me
    We seem to linger
    In half caught metaphors
    Like two planets orbiting
    A sun
    Unable to catch up together
    Yet I long her
    Where the nights air tarries
    Holds the heavy scent of blooms
    That intoxicate the soul
    Taken by her, engaged
    By her voice that sweeps
    Like ocean waves across
    The desert of my soul
    And I
    little more can I but do
    Than sigh.

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph
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