Stars suddenly blend peacefully in the sky
above my window, in light of her.
Phantasms of she, that is called love,
fills voids in my serenity.
The moonlight contends her pristine glow,
but forfeits and gives Majesty,
to enchantment more becoming.
I waltz love upon humble feet
while whispers seep through the smile
known to melt icy peaks to liquid emotions,
transform the silence and radiate tears of laughter.
Crystal prisms flare rainbows and join
in the gathering of lips first kiss,
recalling it well, as a circle remembers it's path.
Wake me not. For if dormant be my reality,
then I shall lay in silent slumber,
where true love resides.

Albert, I enjoyed your first post and hope to read more
of your work, soon. I hope that you like it here at PIP,
and Welcome to our Family Of Friends.
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Ethel....garysgirl