There are whispers in the woods
where temptation haunts and lovers dwell.
Stirring my private heart
moving deep inside the rustling
holding the moment still.
Magnifying the silence
a hush quivers quietly
skimming the shallow waters.
A seeking beyond the proximity of daydreams
relishing in vivid recall,
takes me back to the beginning
when I first held your eyes.

My backbone fixed and knitted,
hard pressed between summer leaves
and moss covered stones.
A measured moment in time
tucked inside a hollow oak.
But it was the secret cove after the rain fell
where I was most content.
Relishing the fluid flutter
slipping between clouds of cashmere
folded up in the beat of your heart.

Like a silver lining that keeps me covered
when my breath becomes a murmur
dancing on the wind that stirs my memories
leaves me without words to define you.
You were simply
the beginning and end of my poetry.
Swaying in the gentle pull
under the blissful blue ethereal of midnight.
Our stars crossed
until the river ran and pulled me under,
stepping freely off the edge.
Drowning beneath each sensational ripple
rushing in the warmth of your rapids,
that I knew by no other heart,
sending me,
time after time.

*reworked/past tense      

[This message has been edited by BluesSerenade (09-06-2017 11:35 PM).]

Blues,Truly love the way you wove this beauty, metaphor-Marvelous this was.

Enjoyed..

Sky~

~Don't Quit Your Day Dream~

Time has cast a spell on you~
So that you will never forget me.